Mountain Peaks

I was loved before I was even a thought or an idea.

My ancestors loved who I was. 

I was a piece of them. A Hupa, Yurok, Karuk, Redwood Creek, New River Girl. 

They saw me on the mountain peaks

I was born with broken parents. 

When I was young I was poor thing.

I learned to talk and to be sweet and loving.

I was lucky I got parents even if they weren't bilogically mine

They were mine.

I was smart, kind, tough.

I was what they called a "Rez Girl"

The father I had died slowly.

I grew into insecurities and fear and abuse

Years of fear,

Years of hate for drug addiction and neglect.

Angry at the abused ones for not stopping it.

I was shattered

I changed.

I was mean, sad, depressed, and completely lost.

I found myself in some kind of love.

I left, I started over. I got my heartbrokren over and over

I reshaped my heart, my mind.

I loved life, I was stuggling.home.I was no permanent j 

Then all of a sudden I was soaring. 

That day changed me.

The only love I had left, because of his mind and some elses bullet.

I was done and then  I was starting to be okay.

Then the mother I had departed from me too

I was left with parents who couldnt take care of themself

I was okay 

I am now okay

This is a summary not who I am

I am a girl of strength and serendipity.

I am an overcomer of obstacles

I am a believer and a changer

I am simply and beautifully me.