in the name of the fathers and their sons and the Colonialistswho proudly hailed toward some gleaming across the oceanby Natives saved from death the first winter, leaving twenty-threepaternalists never owning the genocide of nearly an entire racehistory not saying much different now, denying Native Sovereigntywhile descended from the Daughters of the American Revolutioni'm still steeped in false prides and dreams, woman and subjectamong slaves and Natives, would we comprise our own nationindivisible in shame, doubt and fear within, overlapping virtuesone with no pride, lying under a Governor that would tax Nativeswe shouldn't be prosecuting prostitutes for trying to earn a livingjust working to get where you are with the little she's been giventhat might be doubly enforceable if she had also been a Nativeraised lost herself, from life removed by her relations' massacressorrows handed down with depressions, as legacies like wealthas i strolled behind the scenes in the Museums of Natural Historynot one pre-Colombian pottery piece, closets filled with the samebear and animal skins collecting dust, spoils of hunts and safarishung on racks in rooms, like so many furs in a dry cleaning storei guess there was some point of a brass tribute to Roosevelt therewhen i and plenty of others with children cannot afford health carein school taught history, lessons of law and what is right or wronginsurance companies rape New York and politicians still get votescall the system "Admitted Carriers" crowned like elitist princessixty-nine articles or rules open to the public, i'm just small leaguecollaring poor Martha Stewart, rich woman in the patriarch gametrying to make it through the meet, entrenched to keep her securitygrowing girls away from indiscretion like we are born little whoresdo any damn newspapers print the true realities of life's hypocrisiesits been a man's world, and i am now told spirituality is on the riseto see common bonds between Christianity and Native religionsbeen there before don't you think, twist stories to fatten their hideswe've seen worse than prostitution from the abbots in the abbeyswhat more could we ask in lowering our commitment to this worldstewardship, self-determination, humbled by truths of generationsequality of birth; let no slave, Jew, Native or woman not earn honorspirituality belongs to the individual and their sacred conjugal rightsas each seeks their proper balance and a peaceful place in Natureto regain our status as human beings everywhere, perhaps in effectpermit globalization of the human society without a fear not to eatwhile we are sent back to school to keep up with new developmentstime has been calling us up, each and everyone to raise standardssmall groups march from West to East coasts to open new life cycleswe comfort in soft chairs behind screens to seek play and distractionwhile each have the power within to raise up our spirits' resurrectionredeem injustices suffered upon human beings, land and our futurewe need all wear the grimaces of foolish shame and shut our mouths same on all the faces of the leaders worn in a slide show i saw todayi'd never have thought i was good enough to run for elected officethat thought had left my mind some time just before my twelfth yeartrue leaders are born we are told, but heart can takes years to retrainthere is truly something on the rise, whether it be glorious or fearfulobviously we can't live under the crushing weight of our current lieshere comes the march upon each one, the place we meet our fatei can't apologize for yesterday, because i was meant to be here nowbut tomorrow will responsibility be sought for all that's yet to comejust what higher purpose may mean about grace and being rebornreality is a hard habit to break - salamandra
Written March 11, 2008, copyright MEWilson
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