the last whispers of winter
her broken wings find reparation
cage door ajar
the songbird finds her song
in the last whispers of winter
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I don’t remember when it happened exactly, but it did. I was probably really young and impressionable at the time and I drank it in: The criticism and judgments of others, the conditional acceptance that comes with colonizing. I heard things like: Be like me and I’ll like you. Don’t be too much of…
