For My Grandmother

Degrated, ashamed, beaten down.

This could have leveled many. 

Building a stonger self, leading the next generation. 

Embodying the strong, indigenous, resiliency. 

Survival is in our DNA. 

Make the change. 

Build the bridge, use your voice, honor your ancestors.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country

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