Jacob Frost (Southern Ute)

by Boys and Girls Club of the Southern Ute Indian Tribe

Jacob Frost

Slam Bio

Green

Like a newly grown apple

Sour like lemons kiss

The smell of rain

Kissed leaves after a nights rain

Touch of soft silk

A red panda

Not many culturally centered left of my Ute people

My home is beautiful

I live in my world

My family fights to keep our culture alive

My sisters death was a difficult time to deal with

I was forced to grow up

At age 11

The streaming green light reminds me

To live in reality

But dream

like im asleep