My bare feet guide me atop rugged terrains. I am stained with calluses of healing. Where my broken skin had bled pled for a smooth touch, it had been met with knives of betrayal. Slumped over my back carries the weights of my parents traumas and their parents traumas. So contorted I am. My bones have grown brittle, my muscles jelly. I have named each wound showing they have a place within me, for we walk together in the struggle and strength of my ancestors
Marley Musarra
@MarleyMusarra · 0:05
This was so, so beautiful and well done. Thank you so much for sharing