"Disappeared from the land, barred from the ache of fulfilling labor, stiff work gloves adorn my hands in place of the slick sheen of warm soil; in place of soft yielding ground, I stand for hours on slabs of concrete; the sun, a sky burdened with stars, displaced with the smothering blankness of the city night sky, my sun cold warehouse lights; the hymn of insects in the night replaced by the sound of industry driving, the sound of the world as she dies."
Read "I am a Daughter of the Dispossessed" by E.V. in Total Woman Victory: Land, Labor, Liberation at
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