In Praise of the Other
I have lived with the Other. They treated
me well. To them I was the Other, yet
they fed me when I hungered, gave water
when I ran dry. I fell ill and they cared
for me, nursed me back to health. They taught me
their language, culture, history, and skills.
They loved me, never forced me to forget
myself and become one of them. They made
me what I am today: a believer
in the sibling-hood of woman and man.
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