2 Years of Sobriety
I wanted to write something, even if it was short. Even if the words struggled to come into being in
I remember things from long ago
I wanted to write something, even if it was short. Even if the words struggled to come into being in
I’m a half breed. Half breed am I. Those are the lines from a poem my auntie wrote over a
Asu. Hair like ravens wings, eyes like low hanging crescent moons, soul like star shine. I read somewhere that in