omisa

i came here with razorblades

hidden

under my tongue

hidden

between my legs

hidden

between my knuckles

we were never taught

how to be

soft

and tender

or how to find ourselves

by using another’s

veins as a map

i came here with

med’cines

that are older than time

planted beneath my

eyelids

we were taught

that being vulnerable

hurt more

than not

so we grew up

and we grew tough

and we never

look strangers in their eyes

i came here with

stories

from the dirt

that fed my ancestors

kept safe beneath my ribs

open up my body

look inside

i came here with buffalo

hidden

in my lungs

do you see

blood

and bone

do you see

tipiskawipisim (moon)?

or acahkosak (stars)?

i came here with nothing

softness makes us beautiful

but

i’m not interested in

being

beautiful

anymore.

 

 

 

 

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