Daughter of the Earth

here i am here i stand
the product of three lands
no ancestors to guide me
like salmon bred in hatcheries
and carried to the ocean
i have no guides, no memories
of how i came to be here
only a vague sense of home
and the inevitable perish
never having quite made it there
to where my heart tells me to be

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