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For My Grandmother


Degrated, ashamed, beaten down.

This could have leveled many. 

Building a stonger self, leading the next generation. 

Embodying the strong, indigenous, resiliency. 

Survival is in our DNA. 

Make the change. 

Build the bridge, use your voice, honor your ancestors.

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