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I don’t want to be
Somebody’s second.
That’s all.
~ Cloud Dancee
Hushed
There’s a hushed silence in my world tonight
Surely there is one kind and legitimate man out there
But maybe not
Maybe not for someone my age
With my ever present dreams for myself
There’s a hushed silence in my world tonight
Where are the political leaders who will have the guts
To stand up
To diplomatically with fervor
Say
This isn’t right
This isn’t democracy
And you sir,
Must
Go.
~ Cloud Dancer
I Know You Were Here
I know you were here in the valley.
While my son lays in my home with a brain aneurism, terminal and internally bleeding, you flew in and never called. Again.
No asking how he is. Not asking how I’m holding up.
Not inviting us to come help where you were helping.
Every one of you know who you are. And so do I.
And yet ….. This isn’t new at all. It has been a lifelong pattern of behavior. But this time around? I notice I no longer yearn for crumbs anymore.
Healing: It is beautiful! I do hope you all find it someday. I wish you well as you all fly away.
Again.
~ Dove Duncan
When the Sky Begins to Yawn
He hugged me
and the ravens began to cluster and gossip
Until there was nothing left to say
Until the clouds opened their arms,
Faded into fingertips and blue again.
He hugged me so long the grey covering me Dried, cracked and began to drift up
Back to smoke.
I was pulled in still after the last-minute stores closed.
The kids stopped whining and crying about bedtime.
The streetlights began their snoring buzz.
He readjusted his arms,
gathered me up until the birds in my ribcage took flight,
until my body told my brain It’s going to be okay.
I waited until the sky began yawning, collected myself and broke the silence.
“What’s your name, again?” I asked.
~ Ann-erika White Bird
Green Corn New Year at the End of the World
Enka,
I heard the news today,
As we harvested Green Corn in the old ways,
Swaddled in husks and bathed with butter,
Roasted in earthen ovens.
Baked clay sweetness we taste all day,
As we pray,
our nations remember the names
Of the ancestors who guide our arrows.
~ Dr Dawn Karima
Not Forgotten
corvus
stares at the
remains
foods of
belief
fodder
for the
soul
eyes dark
watching chaos
the
energy
drifts
floating
like the refuse
on the seas
the murder
clusters
together
waiting
wondering
watching
for the
humans
to understand
to see
blind washed
by
soul less
felonious promises
empty brains void
filled
with dis-ease
as the
storms
gather
crows
cluster
holding
strong
knowing
the ripple
of a feather
moves
mountains
remember
remember
we
hold
strong
indigenous
knowing.
~ Orannhawk