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
Tag: Poetry
To Those Indigenous Folks Contemplating Suicide
Breathe. Suck back air. Keep that oxygen coming, Those pints of blood pumping, Even if you want to open the
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
Reclaim the Warrior 