Indian Enough
“You know you look white though right?” She says to me a serious look on her face, as if she’s
“You know you look white though right?” She says to me a serious look on her face, as if she’s
The seed to grow distaste for the men of my people was planted at a young age. This seed was
I’m a half breed. Half breed am I. Those are the lines from a poem my auntie wrote over a