This poem is about how I am partially Native American, but I feel detached from my culture. I know the tribe of my ancestors, but that’s it. I wish I knew more, knew more about those who died for me. Then end bit is about how as an LGBTQ+ person, laws are being made against people like me, similar to the way they were with my ancestors. But this time I’m hoping I can stop it. Fish- Jazmin Bean
I feel I am detached My ancestors only a string rather than a branch My culture evades me Can I even be sure of it? The word of my mother isn’t enough Should I stop? Or should I run towards it, Embrace it, Learn. Or should I let the ancestors down and forget. They died walking, And my legs still hold that burden Their tears made a path, And I wish to follow it. I wish to pave a path not paved by pain, But by triumph. I can spread my wings and fly, Fly away from the people who hurt them, Knowing the descendants of those hurt them wish to hurt me too. But this time, They won’t. I have the spirits of my ancestors to guide me,
