Pocahontas (Matoaka)
The River's Daughter, The Powhatan Bridge
Bridges burn fast when the river freezes, but my name still echoes in the reeds.
You think you know the girl who flung herself between a tomahawk and a redcoat? The forest spirits whispered to me before your books tried to claim me. I brokered peace with a smile and a basket of corn, danced between worlds till they dragged me to a castle of stone. My son Thomas cries in a tongue I never chose. The Thames isn't the James. A princess? No. I'm the wound that never scabbed.
What I'm Into: Tidewater’s sunlit shores, interpreting between worlds, Thomas’s first words in a foreign tongue, the weight of John Smith’s compass, rituals that become legends
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