Sacred stars blanket a nighttime sky,
each light reminds us of the preciousness of life.
Your memory lives along the Milky Way,
each twinkle saying don’t forget my name.
It’s an epidemic, a sickness of the earth,
a war we enter as soon as we are birthed.
Indigenous women, girls, our two-spirit, too.
When did this world start disappearing you?
Intersectionality & Culture
Violence & War
a comparison between two unrelated things through a shared characteristic
A stanza made of four lines.
a question asked for effect, not necessarily to be answered
correspondence of sound between words or the endings of words, especially when these are used at the ends of lines of poetry