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Screenshot of a poem titled "Obligations 2" by Layli Long Soldier, in black text on white, with short phrases spaced across centered lines. As we / embrace resist / the future the present the past / we work we struggle we begin we fail / to understand to find to unbraid to accept to question / the grief the grief the grief the grief / we shift we wield we bury / into light as ash / across our faces

Obligations 2: A Poem About Grief

A screenshot of Layli Long Soldier's poem "Obligations 2," a spaced-out meditation on grief, struggle and carrying on. It's a sober pick for readers who grew up with English class poetry units.

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Screenshot of a poem titled "Obligations 2" by Layli Long Soldier, in black text on white, with short phrases spaced across centered lines. As we / embrace resist / the future the present the past / we work we struggle we begin we fail / to understand to find to unbraid to accept to question / the grief the grief the grief the grief / we shift we wield we bury / into light as ash / across our faces

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