has always been apprehensive about calling herself a poet — despite the fact that she’s been writing poetry since she was in the second grade. It wasn’t until she joined the National Student Poets Program in high school that she began to feel the title might be justified, and even now, she’s hesitant to fully embrace it.Okay, I guess I’m a poet now!
Labels aside, poetry is woven into almost every facet of Hueston’s life: She uses it when prose won’t suffice; when she’s her proudest, happiest, or saddest; when she’s performing across the country; and especially when she wants to express her identity as a Navajo woman.
The daily consideration of how her identity informs every aspect of her life is one that Hueston now grapples with in New Haven, Connecticut, where she is in her sophomore year at Yale.
“I really prioritize sleep! If I’m studying and I feel myself getting tired, I just go to bed. I don’t think it’s worth it to wreck my physical health for the sake of reading a couple more pages.”