Speaking Silently, for you.

Ahau! I have written a collection of (free) poetry for you! 7 “books” of 10 poems, 70 poems. These are a gift to you, these poems are dedicated to Indigenous Women. They were written with love, through pain, and a hope we can heal and strengthen our voice through sisterhood. This has been a heavy life and I would not be here without my sisters. I am so thankful that I’m here with all of you. We are powerful, even more so when we unite and stand together.

Speaking Silently, doesn’t touch on every issue and intersection. I wrote from where I stand, where I’ve stood. These are free, however I will be adding this to Amazon for purchase of .99, which I will make .35 off of. I will be donating the proceeds to the Panzi Hospital in the Congo.  I will also have paperback copies available August 15th, the proceeds from this will be going to a Suicide Prevention on the Wind River Reservation. I will provide links and more information with links on all of this August 15th. Thank you for all of your support and please never forget how amazing and brilliant you are. You are needed, never forget that.

Ant Hills @ Amazon

Hello all! I have a collection of poetry for sale, here is one way to make a purchase, through Amazon.com. If you’d like the link to another way to purchase this then please let me know. I will have copies in my online store, which will be available November 25, 2016. The details and description of this book are in the available at Amazon. Many thanks for the support! Love, Sarah

Here is the cover of Ant Hills, please click on the photo for the link to Amazon, or click on Ant Hills: Stories of Girls in a Group Home.

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Dear Sis,

a poem for you…

Three Types of Women

the cult of the virgin birthed woman
restored, achieved by her own defeat
our lady of graceful obstrigillate
walks in her wake, fight vs. flight
the wild woman, resists creation
of becoming the traditional woman;
conceals dependence from herself,
has crafted her heart cage to act as
an odynometer for measuring pain,
results of life’s longing, weaving
burden baskets as the matriarch

the woman you are,

is the type
who was created by the experience
you’ve housed in your throat box; but
today you will act as a sounding board
working with muffled screams, protests
for all of the women who do not exist,
a test of their own possibility

the women who could’ve been
one of the missing two hundred million
the woman you are has been carefully
crafted, she was designed by all
women who came before you, she
was a predestined piece of society,
fabric sewn into the history of land
matriarch that made house home

the woman you are might be
without womb, perhaps something
she never chose to use, but a she before
chose to build you; women’s history is
(much more) complex, a series of moments
beginning embryonic life, the supply of ovocytes
the creation of ova, at the moment of birth
her species has taken possession of herself.

she is everything life craves, and everything
life cannot contain, a double deceptive image
mediator between auspicious nature and
the death of man, the temptation of nature
wholly untamed, a riddle without resolution
carnal embodiment of moral values and all
their opposites, night next to day; juxtaposed.
she is action and it’s obstacles, wicked to the touch
a taboo in the garden of eden, the ripened fruit
even before she’s come of age, raging against machine

this type of woman is inside of you,
man’s grasp on every possible world,
and his failure, she is the reflection
of each existence and all expression
life can give, can gift, can procreate,
suffocating in its own unraveling origins,
complex creations of every version of

woman, womb to tomb.

-You deserve to be happy.