Street Roots • Jan. 8-14, 2016
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Poetry
My Wish
by Eileen Vizenor
Rainbow
I was raised that the sex you were born was what He intended.
“Learn to live with it,” as I was raised nairow-mindedly.
However, having been homeless and having worked for the best
paper in Portland, my mind and eyes have widened.
Hearing so many stories and enjoying hearing them has made me a
“grown up.”
Accepting everyone I have met over the last few years has enriched
my life.
These days I’ve been watching a “megastar” transform into her
own, which is so awesome!
I’ve been a “tomboy” all of my life but no one has shunned me for I
was just being me.
This is what I wish for every person I meet, and more importantly,
those I have yet to meet.
Be yourself!
Love yourself!
Accept yourself!
Accept others!
Love others!
.
I write this in my little effort to change minds.
Our higher power loves us no matter what sex we were at birth.
Our higher power loves us no matter what sex we become.
by Dawn DeLand
Dear Jesus; I must die
every day and surrender to
drown in a baptism of
my own tears every morning.
God every day confirming
the day before that New
Life thfough your son is
the promise.
That with suffering
brings truth on the wings
of the dove. The River
of Life holds the key, the
golden lamp guides our way.
The water engulfs me
as the waves I once rode,
now pass me by.
Thank you Jesus for
carrying the cross for me.
Ancient Chinese Secret
by Lori Lematta
Sometimes I like to walk through Chinatown and
collect the random litter of discarded fortunes. I keep
them in an old miniature cedar chest — one of those
that Lane Furniture Co. used to give out as
promotional gifts.
My friends will come over for a good old council
session on the chaise lounge. On days I can’t find my
wizard hat I pull out the little box and let them draw
their fate.
Are you a .
Vetera»
experiencing
or at risk of
THE MAGIC IS IN THE HOLE!
becoming
homeless?
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