Get Over It
Why don’t you just get over it? It’s a question posed to Indigenous peoples routinely These words come laced with
I remember things from long ago
Why don’t you just get over it? It’s a question posed to Indigenous peoples routinely These words come laced with
I used to believe that I came from nothing I arose from the earth that split through the concrete The
I won’t give you what you want from me. Tales of tobacco ties, sweet with prayers sent up by burning sage,