The Brown in Our Blood
Yet I was living a story centuries old. A story of brown space, time and destinies I thought I was leaving behind.
Yet I was living a story centuries old. A story of brown space, time and destinies I thought I was leaving behind.
To publish poetry that speaks to and acknowledges the realities of those marginalized, violated and often demonized by the state is not easy.
The legacies of imperialism are always closer to home than we think.
