Poetry by Tunisia Nelson
You would think they were stolen from their land. That they watched their women raped, watched their
daughters raped and bred like cattle.
You would think their rights were limited by
legal legislation. Dictated and etched in (in)visible lines .
Military front lines, bronze stars, and
purple hearts, equal rights.
That they were taught a history that erased their sovereignty, their humanity, them...that they have a
reason to be mad.
About the writer
Tunisia Nelson is a writer who was born in Los Angeles but raised in Bakersfield, CA and currently residing in Moreno Valley, Ca. Her original poem “Start Mourning” has been featured in the Eunoia Review. Her poems 'Hunger' and 'The Question' and ‘Waste Hierarchy’ have been featured in Iō Literary Journal. Her piece 'Working on Me' has been featured in Refractions, an online literary journal. She received a BA in Psychology, from Cal Poly Pomona as well as a MSW from Cal State Long Beach. She is a Licensed Clinical Social Worker who currently works w. She enjoys the ocean (despite her inability to swim), spending time outdoors, and enjoying and learning about all aspects of being a new home owner. She is an avid writer who has just begun to share the intimacy that is her pen. She is a VONA 2020 Alumni who has found power and “home” in the writing community.
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