My first Elder was a drag queen
Who tells us
“If you can't love yourself – how in the hell you gonna love anyone else?”
She was a
Kookum to my children,
Reminding us
that most of what we do is drag.
Does my brain
know
It accepted
all the shame?
Now I write
my story on my skin.
I will
become,
Whatever….
Slave to biology
or free?
Who hurts in
the morning?
Today – I accept
becoming,
Sometimes an
exquisite sound
Somedays a triceratops,
And more
often now –
A gardener of futures.
Pehiw –
Awakening 2022
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