T A P E S T R Y
My name is Tapestry.
My edges are frayed.
Pieces of me,
ripped apart,
lost to time.
I am Tapestry.
I am made of many histories.
My memories,
colorful threads
of peoples who,
over generations,
sang,
danced.
CHAPTER 1
THE WOVEN TALES
I am Tapestry.
My memories,
broken strands
of pain,
fabric torn by land taken.
Lives ripped away
through hatred,
oppression.
Humanity lost.
Travelers,
can you help me remember?
Can you help repair
the woven tales,
restore the vibrant garment
of history?
I am Tapestry.
I ask that you
travel through time,
unveil our stories,
long hidden.
In the face of intolerance
that attempts to shroud us,
can you, travelers,
find reminders
of community?
If I remain frayed,
we will forget.
We will forget
our compassion
for one another.
We will forget
our resilience.
I am Tapestry.
Travelers,
can you mend
my broken memories
and reveal
the hidden word?
D I S C A P E L M E N T
D I S P L A C E M E N T