I am a descendant of colonizers. Land thieves, murderers, policy makers and enslavers
I am a descendant of settlers, people who walked hundreds of miles through wilderness to find a new home
I am a descendant of Puritans, master oppressors…of themselves and of others
I am not the granddaughter of the witches you couldn’t burn. My ancestor was hung on a tree at Salem, not because he was a witch but because he did not conform.
I am also a descendant of the wild ones, Celts and people of the north who danced with the Fey and walked with the Gods.
I have a home now and I know who I am. I slough the labels like a snake sheds its skin and with clear eyes I see my ancestors.