Creative writing

the well-read book with no name

-Who are you?

-I am Laurie.

-In my culture, when we ask ‘Who are you?’ we do not want a name. We want to know a story. You must tell a story.

-I’ve never done this.

-Ask me.

-Who are you?

-I am the child of a weaver of dreams. I was born in a painted desert. A land of stone and sand, and grew under the scorching sun, I grew straight through the sandstorms and the droughts. I belong to the Earth who carries me and humbles me with her patience, to carry me when I fall. Who are you?

-I am the well-read book with no name. When I was born no one looked at the sky, but I know where my true North star lies. I am not tied to the land because I’ve moved so much from home to home. I have learned that people will hurt me so I look within my pages, and write my story as my steps carry me. I am the well-read book with no name. I write my story.

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