The Eagle Woman is made of shale 
layers of life loam, which weigh her down
She is subsumed by ten white men who have killed every ounce of her outward nature.
Men like granite who glance her way
Not seeing the feathers pearlescent, buried, fused with the debris of past bullies.
Though she rises up to the thermals with wings that only God himself can capitulate.

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Today at school, I locked myself in the bathroom 

so I could cry where no one could see.

Things aren’t the same anymore and I don’t know 

how to communicate it.

I find myself unable to do the simplest things—

to comprehend, to remember, to articulate 

the things I could before.

This morning, I sat in silence and stretched and breathed in deeply, 

and I said t...

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