Culture is a peculiar word.
Holding such importance
In someone’s person
Celebrated and encouraged
Songs
Art
Food
Grandma's Zwieback
Little pockets of answers
Buttery and sweet
They claim me
Small pieces I cling to
with reverence and care
Savoring the feeling of belonging to something somewhere
Hands
My hands made these
Long ago
In far away lands
Whose blood flows through my veins
Unannounced
Break it apart and add butter and jam
Although they spoke a language foreign to me.
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