
Indian Boy Love Song (#2)
I never spoke
the language
of the old woman
visiting my mother
in winters so cold
they could freeze
the tongue whole.
I never held my head
to their thin chests
believing in the heart.
Indian women, forgive me.
I grew up distant
and always afraid.
Sherman Alexie........from The Business of Fancydancing
1 comment:
Thank you for sharing this poem.
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