You Were Loved That Much
A discarded headline, a byline, a whisper your voices are barely audible I strain my ears to hear your truth
Heal. Decolonize. Indigenize.
A discarded headline, a byline, a whisper your voices are barely audible I strain my ears to hear your truth
In the bath I am cognizant of the fact that I am s u r r o u n d
This side of freedom feels like settling into your bones for the first time even as a child they seemed
your name exists a scratch beneath the surface of my skin has simultaneously made its way into the marrow of