Laura Kiernan Biography
I was born in Seattle, Washington to a Navajo father and a French mother.
Of all things.
I have suffered a lifelong identity crisis, speaking French at home and English everywhere else and looking like a perfect hybrid of both my parents, who divorced when I was twelve.
I've been writing ever since, at least a poem a day, and about 95% of them are about being Indian.
I study English and I hope to be a published writer one day, with the majority of whatever I earn going to fund education on reservations.
My skin, the jacket of my spirit, is a patchwork quilt to be worn for warmth.
The rough redness of my dry hands shows the signs of premature aging from all the writing I do while my hands are cold.
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I sing words that do not exist
In a language that is not real
Belonging to a people not of our world
I sing in tongues though I have no religion
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When I checked on my poems
A surprise was there
And it concerned me so
That I gripped my hair
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The classes I attended today
Were French, Victorian Literature, and math
But no one learned anything
Because no one really learns at college
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Have you ever noticed
How tired men
Walk defeated
Home?
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