Children of Mud
They scorned us.
"You come from mud," they said.
Fingers point towards the stars.
"We come from the stars...."
Our culture is scrutinized
like a dark well,
they are afraid to fall into.
Everything they hold, use and wear
look like it's made from stardust.
Shoving our pride off,
we hide dipper into the swamps,
where our roots will be held tighter
by our ancestors' arms underneath.....
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