A review by rafdee13
Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow. by Noor Hindi

fast-paced

4.5

It's hard to review this or do the "feelings" thing because what is there to say? I've thought many of these things myself, of course without the us government actively dropping bombs on my people the second I've thought them. The horror of assimilating to the same country killing your people is something so atrocious and so tied to my self loathing.

 What is there to say? "I know I am American because everytime I walk into a room something dies." Everything I've used or eaten or walked on, someone died for. What do you do with that?