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I wrote this poem after coming home from being a part of a lesbian feminist drum circle in Quito, Ecuador. I was invited earlier that day by one of the members, not really knowing what it was. She told me it was an “ensayo,” which means rehearsal or practice. We were unsure what they were practicing but decided to accept the invitation. When I arrived I was greeted by the kindest group of people who were so incredibly welcoming. They let me use their drums and showed me the drumming patterns. Together, we all loudly took up public space. It was a reminder that no matter how far away from home you may be, you can find your people.

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