May your hands and mine work for peace and justice. By Katerina Marchenko
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May your hands and mine work for peace and justice. By Katerina Marchenko
doctors be like "we have no idea what causes this extremely mysterious illness" and the illness affects 1 in 8 women
🎞: Lisa Gilroy
Absolutely could never be an influencer or tik tok famous anything. People are so disrespectful. Sorry to this woman.
obsessed with this post. everything about it is just hilarious to me. the anger in the title..
did you guys see the poem from a couple of days ago in poetry dot org’s daily poem it was so good and a treat to read
been thinking about it since i read it
thank you for sharing with everyone. i feel as if i’m meant to see this; my unci showed this poem to me for her lakota literature class asking for help in understanding it. it stood out to me among the many she showed me. not only because of the unique shape which reminded us of stars, of star quilts, their diamonds, and it makes the poem readable from many paths. to me, the author’s words speak of the obligation we have to face the past/present and future even when its difficult, to embrace our grief, to unravel the tragedies of colonialism. it is our obligation as descendants, as ancestors, as stewards and we must do it together. it’s very powerful.
Fantastic art
There is a house beyond the trees, where nothing stirs and nothing sleeps.
The girlies who romanticize this are NOT gonna like this one
my milkman looking cute as hell in that lil bowtie. lol.
my wife circa 1935 right after i go to work at the racism factory