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
I remember things from long ago
Breathe. Suck back air. Keep that oxygen coming, Those pints of blood pumping, Even if you want to open the
I’m escaping the box, gonna fire up the rust bucket, make for the borders. I don’t belong to the boys
There was once a little boy who dreamt about becoming a great warrior. This boy knew that one day his