creeping with a cellular phone full of business numbers given to me by Indigenous women
an Economist
a Paralegal
a Lawyer
dem Teachers
Managers
my Hair Braider be my Spiritual Farmer
feeling safe and sound
held down by a web of Empirical secrets
filled with only business and economics
is how i wanna keep it
and der won't be no telling (echoing)
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