American bison
By: Hรฅlle Flygare
From: Getting to Know Nature's Children: Bison
1985
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My Motherโs Garden
The garden lasted a few months. Then, an agent of the townโs housing authority found out about it and told my mother it was against the rules. โBut no oneโs using the land,โ I remember her arguing. โThe kids in the neighborhood play there.โ The response was clear: Get rid of the garden or be evicted. Here was another one of those impossible choices of poverty. This was what my classmates would never understand, as they earnestly debated welfare fraud and the grasping desperation of the undeserving poor.
My mother stopped tending the garden and the next weekend a maintenance worker came and poured something onto the soil that made all the plants die and turned the grass brown.
can’t tell yall how many times someone has tagged this “booty shorts” when they reblog but this madlad actually conceptualized it, bless
something about substances so strong they can only be cut by that same substance (like diamond) gets to me. the self-fulfilling prophecy of it. you can armor yourself against any and all outside threats, but you're still beholden to your own nature.
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ALT*walks over to my board titled "is the desire to self-destruct innate or a learned behaviour?" and places another tally mark in the 'innate' column*
