White as can be

White as can be Settler blood

Living on Lummi, Nooksack, Coast Salish Seas territory I’ve been in such small, no-so-private spaces I had to learn how to silent cry so my feelings would have less of an impact on my 2 babies

Rage through the whisper sound the back of my throat makes when I silent cry It’s 3am and I’m crunched in the corner space of a trundle bed in the doorless laundry room of a trailer Not so sure how long we’ll get to stay Flashbacks to sleepless nights on the cold ground shivering

But at least the babies are warm

Still houseless, still jobless

A throwaway, and a failure

My pain is too tall to measure