WHO WE ARE · HOMIES · self expression from the navajo reservation, some thoughts from a dead rez kid.
“I have come to realize that my body is something I need to love, because within my body my ancestors live. Within my veins the same blood that ran through theirs runs in mine; that within the space between my cheek and my jaw, are stories older than time. I have to remember that within every nook of my body, within every cell that creates who I am, my ancestors are there.”
This is fucking surreal.