Indian Enough
“You know you look white though right?” She says to me a serious look on her face, as if she’s
Tag: Identity
How I Came to Hate and Then Love Indigenous Men
The seed to grow distaste for the men of my people was planted at a young age. This seed was
Beautiful Mixed Blood
I’m a half breed. Half breed am I. Those are the lines from a poem my auntie wrote over a
Fractured Identity: I come from something.
I used to believe that I came from nothing I arose from the earth that split through the concrete The
