Mangrove
Crooked pathways
we have traveled
straightened our minds,
and uncovered
what our Spirits are made of.
All directions of
the medicine wheel
meet in
the center.
Live in that place.
ⓒBrittanyJadeWilson
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Molle
The apology and promises of reconciliation just weren´t enough
neither the peppermint mocha or assortment of numbing agents,
they couldn´t erase
or cover up
how broken she was.
Pieces forgotten and long lost
among st the rubble and emotional wreckage
of the generations
Live Oak
She came to us on a lazy Mother’s Day afternoon,
Carrying the story of our family between her brow.
The passages of the births and deaths of our Ancestors
Etched in lines on her hands and face.
