Mothers who love their children take them along.—Maxine Hong Kingston, Woman Warrior
When my mother goes away
she visits men in cages;
she has always known
the words:
revolutionary,
dissident,
are synonymous depending
on who locks the gate.
When my mother goes away
she takes me with her
sometimes and we walk
along the causeway,
looking for gates.
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This poem was first published in my collection Lupercalia.
Photo by Matias Jacobi on Unsplash
