Santa Fe Indian School Yearbooks, 2004-2005.


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The Broken Image By: Tasha Nelson I stare into the mirror Empty looks shine from my eyes; I study the picture. She smiles but she' s just a disguise . I' ve been painting a pure image of me for so long This image has become me and I' ve become dead, At least to society, demanding perfection. No one wants what' s under the surface And I can' t make them see past the pretty face. However I will build up the courage I' ve torn down To justify what' s hidden in this costume I' ve been wearing for some time Because I despise this affection And I refuse to live as an illusion. I' ll break this image so I can be Free, unchained, liberated, at peace. 89

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