my grandfather once told me
a girl can only be
what her family tells her to be
nothing more
so what is a girl then?
human or
crumpled napkin
autumn leaves crushed underfoot
the last of the snow
ashes
my grandmother once told me
a girl can only be
insignificant if she believes she is too
so what is a girl then?
human or
cracking thunder
sunswept forest fire
the first winter storm of the season
she is
everything
and anything
she thinks she is
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homeland burning
Poetryhear your homeland calling as it burns to ash. 2017, wiildflowerhoney.
