Copper
Copper
is the colour of her skin.
is the arrow her father looses
to keep his kin.
is her mother's hand
kissing a hollowed out tree trunk -
rounded, smoothed, and covered
with deer skin -
a tribal drum.
is her village's folklore
told in every stroke
of a wooden stick
on seven metal kettle gongs.
is her hair she flips
each time she turns
and sways her hips
as she dances to the beat.
is the sun's lips
her ancestors once kissed.
is not only the colour of her skin.

Wrote this poem for my very first guest posting. Original post is available on
 Instagram by @jingely.
Wear your color with pride! March forward, Eve!

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Once again, thank you for a rare guest post invite Jessie Jing! I can’t thank you enough 🙏

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18 thoughts on “Copper

  1. Beautiful as always! I just went to see a play called children of God and it was about the indigenous residential schooling in Canada. Tragic story, but it brought to light a lot of the cultural beauty within their community and I love it. There’s so much spirit and magic that feels very old.

    1. Hi again, Ashley! I’m thankful that you find this relatable in a way ☺ glad to know that you can see beyond the surface. And that’s seeing beauty in a tragic story.

  2. Amazing!! I can see everything in your poem! Good job on landing a guest post!! I’m sooo happy for you! I look forward to seeing how many magical poems you’ll be able show us, because so far, you’ve taken me to so many places already. I look forward to my next one ^_^

  3. This poem is so beautiful and thank you for sharing with us 🙂 congrats on your first guest post too!!

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