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4/20/22

Like a soul
Peering onto the earth
I wove my avatar

My mom’s craft room
For decades
Held all wonder

Her mother made dolls for children
The city gave her
The key to its heart

I never thought
About this aspect
Of my lineage

Like many
I assumed the same old
Static gender roles

And then you taught a class
In cradle-making to men
Reminding them and everyone

MEN WERE THE WEAVERS ONCE
Written by SatInUGal (Kumar)
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