Queen Anastasia
Katie Bennett
Rubies and pearls
In your eyes and in our names
Trashed photographs
A history erased
Ana
Ana
Fieldwork glory
Cross-stitch royalty
Plumb pies tomato vines
That grew to the sky
A bullet wound
A cracked head
A language lost
A country fled
Lovers and mothers dead
Lovers and mothers dead
Ana
Can I ask ya
What's mine to take?
Ana
I'm of ya
Tryna find my place
You said you used to sing
On the street for all to see
I'm hungry for your stories
I invoke you to speak
Where do I come from Ana?
I am not of this land
I'm walking in circles
And reaching out my hands