Snow
They stole my white crown With heat, smoke, and drought. Wiped out! And still, I stand proud.
They stole my white crown
With heat, smoke, and drought. Wiped out!
And still, I stand proud.
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Amanda Fernandes
She/Her
Brazilian Immigrant
Writer of queer stories and creator of queer content.
Adapted to The No Sleep Podcast, season 14, episode 21, “The Climb”.
I believe that representation matters and that our community has many stories to tell.
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