On the edge of a fading shore where the words were heard no more they searched for it, and there it lay trapped in ink, that vanishing rhyme. Their tongue still stirred to speak familiar, they tried just lasting two seconds they said the elders knew it well so far and wide, they cast their
I am a Ghost Whose tribe has been Slaughtered Our language and way deemed savage. Hatred and anger From a society built on Bloodied lands Stolen from brown Native hands Painful past His-story and her-story Taints future Generations.
My story is breadcrumbs Sprinkled about a rocky trail Down cliffs Over rivers That rushed, and washed away the bank Born to a mother whose grip was forced Loose by powder The same powder that lingers in my veins Laces my bones in a bow Forever tight This small child Passed from mother to mother
I don’t want to be a clean environment I want to be poisoned I want to rot For holes tear through my atmosphere For my woodlands to burn For my rivers to turn sludge For my creatures to beg a god for the Reason of this ill My ill is deep Bandaged with science and
It was a Tuesday, although it felt like a Sunday. The birth was a series of complex actions that led to many reactions. No wailing newborn or cheering parents. Their existence winked into being and was so bright no one anywhere could respond. Just like that, they were here and new and alone. This
night blue plastic truck we sing Saturn’s rings to pieces in the shower I was whole let me tell you of a time I drank the world until I lost hold of the ground until I became a wintered kite with no tether and all the weather broke us down can’t you remember tiny wheels in your
I come from the slaughterhouse. From the boar-tainted blood stained two car garage where a skinned pig hangs by bound hooves her squeals still echoing down the valley. But I wasn’t stained by blood. My white flesh remained pure and I built friendships on oaths written with crow feather quills and ink from that pig’s
invisible strings tie us together— strangers, friends, lovers, mothers— oh, to wonder. we all stumble, twist, and fall, dance, shake, bend, and break, until dawn calls. laugh and sing, child, step forth, witness— walk this Earth; your presence, yours to keep.
As the sun sets beams of sun kiss every molecule of earth as light fades into the afterglow Slow, soft whispers are carried by the breeze the sky is sprayed with majestic shades of red and orange I watch the sunset here by the river being on the seventh cloud without any fear of the
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