wind

the stars of the sky

are not my own

they are of my foremothers

as is the ground

the water

the flaura.

i sit and feel

the wind blow

across my face

and can't help but think

if the air i breathe is the same

my ancestors did

could my suffering be

the same they felt as well?

will i ever get to meet them

and will i ever get to

ask?