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#native american #indigena #chickasaw #choctaw #line

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#morning routine #native american #indigena #morning reflections #morning #arthritis #chronic disease #disabled #disabled life #chickasaw #choctaw

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music to soothe the tears’ tremors

— « inspired by purezensu (insta & tiktok) !!! ♡

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boys will never understand these girls.

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Color me your color darling

#native american #art deco #pop art #artists on tumblr #native #self love #fashion model #model #modelling #artoftheday

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Anne Sexton, from “Hurry Up Please It’s Time,” in The Complete Poems [ID in alt text]

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#native american #andrew jackson #Chickasaw #Choctaw #indigenous #indigena #indigenovember

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Cutting off the parts of myself that I wanted to be sweet.

Disregard my mercy, for she was giving the benefit of the doubt.

#native american #ptsd #domestic violene helplines #indigena #ptsd recovery #self love #spilled writing #trauma #native poetry #spilled poetry #aesthetic #chickasaw #gif #selfworth #meditation #self care #growth

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Sometimes my body

Is my enemy.

A cage of fiery pain and quick drying cement.

Sometimes my body

Is a bird.

Flying through the air and diving into fresh springs and trees with glee.

Other days my body is simply a vessel

An environment to observe within.

I cry out in agony and weep for relief

None can ever find me.

The never ending barbed wire fence that contains me

Is growing tighter and tighter.

I squirm and writhe to stretch my bindings

For them to only remain unchanged.

#native american #indigena #chronic fatigue #chronic disease #chronic illness #arthritis #rheumatoid arthritis #rheumatology #spilled poetry #native poetry #chickasaw #spilled writing

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Everyday I find out I am not as healed as I think I am.

What I also find out is that to keep moving and keep pushing forward is the only way to overcome the urge to crawl into myself and disappear.

#ptsd #native american #domestic violene helplines #ptsd recovery #indigena #trauma #self love #spilled writing #growth #selfworth #emotional triggers #world trigger

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Sleepless

Desvelado played in my dreams last night.

I pondered for hours wondering why.

Sleepless it means, obsession with love.

Am I driving myself crazy looking for reasons and imperfections within love?

Am I unable to accept that someone truly loves and cares for me in the way I deserve?

Trust isn’t built overnight in a tower that crumbled,

From a flower that was crumpled.

I’m trying. I really am.

#ptsd #native american #domestic violene helplines #ptsd recovery #indigena #self love #trauma #made with tumblr #spilled writing #spilled poetry #native poetry #growth #selfworth #self care #self improvement

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Through the trials and tribulations that each day brings us,

It is important to notice the moments of our lives that our precious.

The sun on our faces,

The purrs of a cat.

The smell of fresh tortillas,

Cool and clear water.

I’m thankful for these little moments, they bring me so much joy.

Try to let your happiness in.

#spilled journal #spilled writing #spilled poetry #cat #native poetry #native american #poetsandwriters #poetry #gratitude #joy #cottagecore

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The Dancing Fire Woman

She is made of fire.

Born of the oceans and stars.

Revoked of her power and fueled by magic.

Forced to dwell the earth.

Her hips dip and rise fierce like waves.

Gliding across the dance floor.

She is a magician, a conjurer.

Invoking her spell on all around her, hypnotizing with each movement she makes.

She is made of fire.

Her eyes dark like coal.

Smiles and cackles like a coyote.

She moves forces of this earth with every spin, every stomp, every flick of her wrist.

Her hair flows wild like trees waving in a thunderstorm.

Each glimmer of light strikes across her sparking the next step she takes.

She is made of fire.

Ihoo ikbi’tok pulla lowak.

#native poetry #spilled writing #spilled poetry #native american #chickasaw #indigena #self love #original poem #original story #native stories

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#lovely #the backrooms #midnightsnack #the rez #native american #cosycore

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I would love to know and meet the crow.

I would like to know the meaning.

I was told that the crow would be the one but yet was so misleading.

Watch for crows and so I did, it faded in the sun,

Swallowed into memory, my heart is now won.

A would’ve been

could’ve been

should’ve been better.

Guided me to the thunderclouds and rain that makes me wetter,

I couldn’t make it without the past to crown me something fierce.

I need to know and meet the crow.

The wisdom that he holds.

Tell me the secrets of the future that had been foretold.

#native american #poetry #spilled thoughts #spilled poetry #poetsandwriters #short poem #my poem #chickasaw #choctaw

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It makes me sick how he never leaves my mind. A permanent keloid preying on the expression of any happiness that may come my way.

#ptsd #domestic violene helplines #ptsd recovery #native american #spilled words #spilled journal #spilled writing

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No matter if you hide, it doesn’t go away

#little dark age mgmt #mgmt music #native #native american #chickasaw #indigena