2 Years of Sobriety
I wanted to write something, even if it was short. Even if the words struggled to come into being in
I remember things from long ago
I wanted to write something, even if it was short. Even if the words struggled to come into being in
I’m a half breed. Half breed am I. Those are the lines from a poem my auntie wrote over a
I often wonder If there was another group In some far off place Struggling for acknowledgement Of treaties and agreements