Woven Life Poem by Annalee Somerville

Woven from memory,
Weaved from DNA,
I have always chosen,
To live a distinctive way.

I didn't grow in love,
Nor was I nourished in care,
The hard reality was,
Life had left me in despair.

I followed the red rocky road,
Though they stole all my class,
From it I grew strength,
Its hard to carry the past.

Woven from Native Blood,
Weaved from guilt and shame,
Forged from the fiery ashes,
No longer to be the same.

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