Our struggles are important. Our opinions matter. We matter. It is hard to succeed. We juggle the life of a scholar with our cultural teachings, and sometimes the two collide. If I have learned anything, it is that it is possible to remain whole. It is possible to piece ourselves back together when the world continues to take pieces of our identity.
Many reservations are rural ghettos, intentionally located as far away from the rest of the world as possible. I, like many other indomitable Native Americans, have made it off my reservation. Though I am still reminded every day of the polluting of the land that I love with a society that tried to break me,Continue reading “Reservation”
“But, I wanted short hair so bad. I wanted to be different. I needed to be beautiful.”
” A lost breath for the beauty of every Native American woman and the rage in her heart.”
“Update: clouds do not taste like marshmallows.”
It is hard to believe that I have been in Cusco, Peru for a little over a month now. Also, this is my first blog post in my time here, half because I actually forgot that this existed, and half because I’m more of a pen and paper kind of girl anyway. So I thoughtContinue reading “Update from Peru”