Fri, 02/22/2019 - 01:50 -- M.S.C.

I was born in the land of women.


Raised by wolves,


Nurtured by mother bears, fierce and strong.


A tiger, stripes a path to their past, and a future they refuse to sacrifice.


Father and mother. 


Light and dark.


Brother and sister, and every connection that turned away,


She exists in harmony with all.


A lone wolf  with a cub on her back,


She carries her burden with ease and gratitude, 


as She lays her roots somewhere new.


This poem is about: 
My community
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