Escaping the Box
I’m escaping the box, gonna fire up the rust bucket, make for the borders. I don’t belong to the boys
I remember things from long ago
I’m escaping the box, gonna fire up the rust bucket, make for the borders. I don’t belong to the boys
I wrote and memorized a poem for one of my classes. The poem is supposed to, well,…. you read it
“The men from Boston went to our Longhouse People and said, “Send out your leaders.” Since these were matrilineal societies,