I am NOT your Squaw.
“If I was to marry a white man and he would dare call me a ‘squaw’—as an epithet with the
I remember things from long ago
“If I was to marry a white man and he would dare call me a ‘squaw’—as an epithet with the
I’m escaping the box, gonna fire up the rust bucket, make for the borders. I don’t belong to the boys
There was once a little boy who dreamt about becoming a great warrior. This boy knew that one day his