Oh,
pot made of clay.
You are a pleasure piece
in this modern day.
Some white woman
found you at a flea market
and thought you were chic.
She saw your pattern,
how your scales shined in the sun,
and was hypnotized.
Your companion is missing.
Your purchaser peeked inside
and there was an echo:
a silent hissing.
Her cultural awareness:
missing.
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