Where I’m From

I am from cornmeal,

From Nahasdzaan and Yadiłhił.

I am from the hood,

conflict and escapism.

I am from generational trauma,

PTSD and addiction.

I am from Shinalí asdzáán,

Whose laughs, gentle hands, and wrinkles of happiness I remember as if they were my own.

I am from the sheep corral, 

woven rugs, baskets, and pottery.

The peach trees sweet and ripe.

I am from camping adventures and traveling.

From strong matriarchs and ceremonial fun.

I am from Shimásaní,

Whose strength, resilience, and cleverness run through my veins.

I am from Shimá,

Whose knowledge, prayers, and songs I draw upon daily.

I’m from Tó'ahani and Dziłtaai Kinyaa’aanii.

From Hahaazt’eel Bitsiidi and Tse Chizhi dahsiahni, 

I’m from combat Veterans and laughter,

from artists and medicine people.

I’m from Tólí and Tsé yinii number one.

Toshchiin and sheep head.

I am from Diyin Dine'e.