Original Post Date
2000-01-01 12:00 AM
Original Body
by Boys and Girls Club of the Southern Ute Indian Tribe Ian Twiss I am as red as the tide tingles off your tongue letting it lick your ankles in the softness of a new moon Eagle My culture is of a burnt thigh, that’s why we’re Sicangu Sometimes I forget where home is Sometimes I’m white, sometimes I’m not I think sometimes circles aren’t coherent, like the ones we have to run in |