legacy of pain
by Calista Dirdja A young mother was wounded like an injured little bird. Misconstrued, like a wildflower child raised in a less civilized country. A daughter was born raised as a son, growing clueless as a girl, misled as a woman. In the wilderness, both are blind deaf stutter vulnerable. The women became men eventually equally sharing torment unhappy unwhole unbearable unfortunate. And who’s to blame? And who’s to blame, really?
