No More

She never really Told me about where She came from I know where she was Born But how she got 3000 miles away I’ll never know When she went into Foster care Why she hates her mother And because of that Why she hates her First name I’ll never hear more About that time inContinue reading “No More”

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Chieftain Mist Breaker

Chieftain Mist Breaker The bottom of the shaft Of a spear Hits the sand. A foreign substance To bare feet. Beads around necks And leather throngs Of mothers and fathers Where under their stern eyes Designs were painted, Same as on the sticks That held their young ones. Dragged behind Their footsteps in mud WereContinue reading “Chieftain Mist Breaker”

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