I see the forests worshipped in their tall grandeur shading families from the scorching sun... From Colombia to Lenapehoking, this is Home 

The silver hairs and lines in their skin make them even more beautiful, knowing we have shared all these years together

Most magnificent and terrifying, standing at the precipice of death, giving birth to new life: the ultimate gift, the ultimate sacrifice

I look at you and I see Home, no embellishment needed. No fantasy, you are reality. You are gravity holding me tightly, you are Truth...

All I want to do is run into her arms and say, "Sister here I am. Hold my hand and never let go. Let us be in bloodbond"

For the ghost who haunts my dreams, pale and skinny emo...the guy who looks like me, White Man, you are the part of me I hate the most...

You. Who are not woman enough for me, You. Who are not what I thought you would be... objects soaring like shells and stars, the wrong way

She ran home crying in her blood stained dress, she feared she was dying, her mother never told her about womanhood...