landscape on the turn
throws me back to another time, another place
in the mountains of Lazio
we gathered to write
taking inspiration from the changing colours
we gathered to share
visiting the ruins in Rome
ice creams and coffees
we gathered to create magic
raindrops on petals
a delicate caress is
felt within the soul
a golden morning
tide rolling in with white curls
toes curl into cold
leaves changing colour
chilly strolls with hands deep
in pockets, in wonder and awe
Listen
It’s been said that I am sacred.
That I hold the spirits of ancestors in my pores.
And yet you still seek to possess me. Then take heed.
Make sure you follow the example of the Salish people
and show gratitude. Show respect.
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One time when I came home crying after being called nasty names at school, he told me to fight back. If I couldn’t use my fists and feet to fight back, he said, to then pick up a brick and use that to fight back instead.
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