category: indigenous-spirituality-and-rj
Poem (english)
My body is transgressive. My big hips, my thighs that rub together when I walk, my curly hair, and my dark eyes. They give me away as a ... → more
Poem (english)
I am a dry desert—I withered away in grief for my Yahi chief.
I am a dry desert, I withered away in pain, inflicted by the sun god.
I ... → more
Poem (spanish)
Mi cuerpo es la tierra, firme pero suave. Carga y aguanta mucho peso de la vida. Carga mucho. Lucha cada día para sobrevivir. Mis múscu... → more
Poem (english)
The air in my lungs feels toxic sometimes, like it hurts to breathe. The memories leave me gasping for air and with every breath that I ... → more
Poem (bilingual)
If my body is like the ocean, then it is vast and mysterious. There are unchartered quadrants, there is a curiosity to discover I can be ... → more
![When we say #NOMORECAGES we mean #NOMORECAGES regardless of the administration! Children growing up FREE, safe from violence, with parents or caregivers, and the resources to thrive is #ReproJustice!
📢 #FREETHEMALL #FREETHEMNOW 📢
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