I know you're speaking of Australia...but

…of these rocks. Hewn into these rocks. We cling to them like oysters. Our forefathers and mothers — horded into the bellies of lurching ships, sailed across treacherous seas to this place. Deposited onto these shores, like flotsam and jetsam — we carved our streets, steps, hearths to warm our hands by — from barren rock.
Blood from Stone
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Jenine Bsharah Baines
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I know you're speaking of Australia...but I am resonating. My ancestors sailed to Ellis Island and, as Middle Easterners, had to carve their way thru stones of WASP skepticism and worse.
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Written by Jenine Bsharah Baines3K Followers
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J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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