I have witnessed gardens surviving the harshest winters;
I am more than my trauma - I am healing
It had been several days since my father was detained by ICE and I hadn’t cried once. Unlike my mother who was inconsolable, or my siblings who seemed dazed at all times, gutted by the shock of coming home from school Monday only to be told that their father had been taken away to a place where they couldn’t reach him.
By Starlight3 years ago in Humans
My mother, and her mother and every woman that came before her carry within their blood, a history of hardships. It is the quiet sigh of a girl
By Starlight3 years ago in Poets
I was my mother’s daughter, Long before I would become My father’s voice. The women in my family, Carried a history of oppression
