‘we are the daughters
of the witches
you did not burn’
the sons of slaves stolen
and traded like cattle
on cotton ships across the atlantic
we are the illegitimate children
of colonial bastards and the women
who were stolen from their homes and lived
we are the grandchildren
of the potato farmers
who did not starve.
we are descendants of the jews
that were not killed
we are the children
of first people everywhere
who lived sideways and quiet
in a world over run with noise
our grandmother was the girl
running naked and burned
from the bombs
falling on her home
we are children of hutu and tutsi
we are the 10 000 of tieneman square
the trees that were felled
the elephant on whose dead bodies
our towns were built
we are the people our mountains still speak.
we are the songs
that were sung
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shrinking woodlands, flash of gold–
following your voice
The golden winged warbler is a tiny (5″) bird that is among the most endangered on a long list of endangered birds. The population has been reduced by 2/3 in the last 50 years, mostly due to habitat loss in both breeding grounds (the largest population breeds in Michigan) and wintering habitat (in Central and South America–a long migration away). They are shy, but vocal.
Once again, Draw a Bird Day, the 8th of each month, is serving as a placeholder here at MeMadTwo while Nina takes an extended break. Come back soon Nina!
In the meantime, you can find me (Kerfe) at https://kblog.blog/.