Sing Our Rivers Red This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

May 1, 2017

Her bones droop like empty FEMA trailers
Hollow on the inside
Drifting between KILI and 93.1
I find myself lost in the AM frequencies
Thinking of where you’ve been
Thinking of the monsters
Clawing at your jaw
Ghosts of trauma and chaos
Stained into your bones
Your children only ever knew
The concept of love to be a synonym
Of mother
I learn your funeral will be the day
after a pow-wow
After they sweep away the beat of drums
And feet have been wrapped in beaded deer skin
After the walls forget the jingle of tobacco cans
They will wheel you in on your bed
Of forgotten dreams
And sing songs until
The rivers under their eyes turn red

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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crumpled_parchmentThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sep. 10 at 10:16 pm
Beautiful poem. Keep writing. :)
 
Kip.lu said...
May 5 at 2:31 am
This is incredible, keep up the good work
 
HereSheIsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
May 4 at 7:03 pm
So moving and your imagery is amazing and original. A very good way to bring attention to an important issue
 
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