St. Louis was my sunrise. 
The horizon and I by ourselves. 


I met my match mid-twirl. 
For a moment, time stood still in Central Park. 


Puerto Rico, where life's greatest gift was given 
and taken too soon. 


We built our life in Brooklyn. 
Now I live alone. 


My existence remains for others. 


By Nina Daro, Mahalia Hughes-Roussel, and Allison Rapp.

This poem is a response to hardtruth #92:

#92, our oral histories, our oral stories are our truth

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