{"id":247,"date":"2024-04-02T11:50:04","date_gmt":"2024-04-02T17:50:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/?p=247"},"modified":"2024-04-02T11:50:04","modified_gmt":"2024-04-02T17:50:04","slug":"my-body-is-sacred-by-tatiana-weasel-moccasin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/2024\/04\/02\/my-body-is-sacred-by-tatiana-weasel-moccasin\/","title":{"rendered":"MY BODY IS SACRED By: \u00a0Tatiana Weasel Moccasin"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>My body is sacred.\u00a0<br>It comes from the earth.\u00a0<br>Invasive species do not phase me,\u00a0<br>But oil and coal try to erase me.\u00a0<br>My body is sacred.\u00a0<br>The blood in my veins flows through me like the rushing rivers in kitawahsinnoon (our territory).<br>Just as Naato\u2019si (the sun) raises and falls so, does the air in my lungs.<br>I do not cut my hair or bleach it.\u00a0<br>For it lays in the roots of Sipatsimon (the sweetgrass) that grows in the creek.\u00a0<br>My body is sacred.<br>My cheekbones stand high like inii (buffalo),\u00a0<br>And are not meant to be slapped or punched.\u00a0<br>My body is sacred.\u00a0<br>My breasts are not for you to touch or sexualize.\u00a0<br>The chrysalis of my ribcage protects my heart while, the alveoli nourishes the life of our pookaaiks (children).\u00a0<br>My body is sacred,\u00a0<br>It is not a temple; it is a valley.\u00a0<br>Although my bones crackle and ache and sometimes break,\u00a0<br>They are long and strong like Katoyis (sweet pine).\u00a0<br>My body is sacred,\u00a0<br>It is not meant to be owned or destroyed.\u00a0<br>My body is sacred.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My body is sacred.\u00a0It comes from the earth.\u00a0Invasive species do not phase me,\u00a0But oil and coal try to erase me.\u00a0My body is sacred.\u00a0The blood in my veins flows through me <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/2024\/04\/02\/my-body-is-sacred-by-tatiana-weasel-moccasin\/\">Continue Reading &rarr;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":449,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-247","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/247","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/449"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=247"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/247\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":249,"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/247\/revisions\/249"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=247"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=247"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=247"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}