Thursday, June 12, 2014

May your courage be carved on monuments.


May your scars be washed in warm milk.
May your courage be carved on monuments.
May your tears grow into redwoods.
May your rage be a fierce wind.
May your sex be the open sky.
May your heart be a whole mountain.
May your stories become the logs
That dam the flood of violence
And the silence of wood
Become the voice of power.

-LEAH KORICAN, Her Story

Painting by Elisabeth Slettnes

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