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Miki DeVivo

Miki DeVivo

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Aug 19, 2017

I grew up white in a place that is predominately various beautiful shades of brown.

The word is used to mean “white person” and/or “foreigner”. Most often, in my experience, it was descriptive, to mean someone with white…

I grew up white in a place that is predominately various beautiful shades of brown.

Miki DeVivo

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May 15, 2017

My heart aches for my Homeland

Land of palm tree and sand Land of hula and song Land of plumeria, pikake, and ginger Land of honor Land of wisdom Land of spirit

My heart aches for my Homeland

Miki DeVivo

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May 13, 2017

They must be afraid of our blood.

Not the blood of veins, which they are only too happy to spill

They must be afraid of our blood.

Miki DeVivo

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May 13, 2017

I love my daughter Let’s get that out on the table Right away

And

I love my daughter
Let’s get that out on the table
Right away

Miki DeVivo

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May 13, 2017

He didn’t have to hit me to keep me in line

His soft words tied me down just fine

He didn’t have to
hit me
to keep me
in line

Miki DeVivo

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May 13, 2017

It comes in waves, doesn’t it?

One minute you’re snuggling with your children before the day begins.

It comes in waves, doesn’t it?

Miki DeVivo

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May 13, 2017

Do you feel more powerful now Having killed a young boy Shot into his car window on his way home…

Do you feel more powerful now Having killed a young man His loose cigarets a real threat To these criminal streets

Do you feel more powerful now
Having killed a young boy
Shot into his car window
on his way home…

Miki DeVivo

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May 13, 2017

Why won’t you help me? She yells, tears streaming.

My darling I will not help you Do the things I know You can do for yourself.

Why won’t you help me?
She yells, tears streaming.

Miki DeVivo

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May 13, 2017

I’ve spent so much trying to sell shit that wasn’t for sale.

Waited for ages for someone to say Yes to my voice with their dollars, all the while falling more and more Silent in the Capital’s…

I’ve spent so much
trying to sell shit
that wasn’t for sale.

Miki DeVivo

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May 13, 2017

photographs of my father

He died in March and I didn’t want to look at his stupid face ever again.

photographs of my father

Miki DeVivo

Miki DeVivo

Stories that foster change, turn us back toward each other, and remind us who we really are. Story Medicine for Justice, Healing, and Love. mikidevivo.com

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