Born to a marriage
that was already loveless
then battered and bruised
Pine Ridge
my heart already buried
at Wounded Knee
at the age of 2
February 27 - May 5,1973
mom and dad with red bandanas
and assault rifles hollering
at the feds...
...then the city
Then the war
Oh god the war!
then the streets
and sometimes.I can't remember
what happened after
that
now 41
and all these hearts and lovey
messages
don't help lift any spirits
either mine
or the ones that talk
to me at night
Happy Mirth Day Smack and many happy returns: or in-carnations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dammit Smack! I can spare a twenty iffen it'd help. Love, Sara