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Grant us this day
Bruising the make of us.


At times over half of our bodies
Are not our own,


Our persons made vessel
For non-human cells.


To them we are
A boat of a being,


Essential.
A country,


A continent,
A planet.


A human
Microbiome is all the writhing forms on


& inside this body
Drafted under our life.


We are not me-
We are we.


Call us
What we carry.

Written by Amanda Gorman

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