I bet y'all thought I was white
Yeah I get it
I look white
I mean like yeah I'm kinda white but
I'm not white
If you want to know EXACTLY
I'm 47.5% Native American of the Susquehannock tribe.
There's also some middle eastern in there, but that's irrelevant.
My family, we were strong natives.
A town in Pennsylvania named Annville.
It's named after my Aunt Ann, who was the leader of her tribe.
All this and people are so quick to assume I'm some "white girl."
I still don't know what's worse though,
Being called *******,
Or red skin.
Because they don't talk about what it's like when you don't look your ethnicity.
Then when you try explaining it to people... they laugh at you.
And tell you you're "touchy."
Or once again, just a "white girl."
When my friend dressed up as a quote on quote, Indian, for Halloween and I told her it was offensive, she scoffed and said, "but you're not even reeeeeally a Native American."
Cause when people look at me they think "white."
Sorry I don't put feathers in my braids and wear pelts of fur.
Do you want me to walk barefoot in the winter and sleep in a teepee?
We don't do that.
And you get the day off for Christopher Columbus? Cool.
He ***** our women and murdered our people. You know we were initially called Indians because he though we were India. He didn't find America...we did. But nice try.
And the Washington Redskins? I don't know if they're a good team or not, but god I hope they change their name because every time I hear it I feel like a piece of my heritage is slashed. But nobody realizes this. Do they?
People like to giggle behind my back when I defend my native side.
So when these people are having their outdoor weddings, or pool parties, or Fourth of July barbecues. I'm just going to do a little rain dance. See how much you're laughing then.

If I told you,
You were what my nightmares are made of
Would you stop texting me?

I always told people, "I don't need no man. I am an independent woman, I'm never getting married."
I don't want a boyfriend because I just well, I don't need one.
It's funny. I may not need one, but sometimes, just sometimes, men, they'll sneak up on you, and the words "hello" suddenly sound so intriguing.
I am a ticking time bomb and maybe that's why I am so afraid of relationships and commitment and you.
And maybe that's why I again, don't want a boyfriend because I know it will never work because I'm going to **** some **** up and I'm going to ******* up and I'm going to make everything go wrong and I'll say something and your face will do the thing where your eyes stop shining and I just can't deal with that look of despair because it will strike me to my core.
But.
Right now.
I look at you.
And, you, you're. Something, draws me to you, and I can't put into words what it is about you but when I touch your skin, I feel it pulse through me and suddenly the winters cold is the hottest day of summer, like a California heat wave.
And when I look into your eyes I can't speak, I lose my train of thought I start to lose my words.
I have to focus because I can't think of anything but your dark, dark eyes.
And when we embrace I feel like I'm home. Everything stops for a moment. Nothing else in the world matters, I feel safe, in a world that stabs me repeatedly day after wretched day and throws me to the ground you rise me up and I don't know what to do because I'm falling in love with you so hard and so fast and I do this
I can't because I can't deal with this attachment because I'm not always around.
Meaning I can't give you my heart because I can barely give it to myself.
Meaning I cut my skin and I don't know how much of it I will have left one day.
Meaning I go in and out of hospitals and treatments centers and I don't want you to see me like that and every time someone asks "hey man, wheres your girl?" you have to make up some lie to protect me.
You're so supportive but sometimes there's only so much you can say.
You feel like home but sometimes I have to leave the house.
You're older than me and wiser, I sometimes wonder if you feel like you're in this because maybe you feel like you need to take care of me.
Maybe I like being taken care of.
But you always hold the door for me and the way you look at me it's like I am your world. And I want to tell you that we can't do this.
As if I won't destroy you and that's why I'm afraid.
I don't want to **** this up like I **** up everything else.
Because this time this feels right and every time anything feels right it always,
it always goes wrong.

thank you
for the time you dedicated to me
even though it ended in a **** show
thank you
for the reassuring words that you offered
when i couldnt offer them up to myself
but
i will never thank you
for the betrayal i felt
when you canceled on me
or wouldnt let me leave the psych hospital,
lied to my face,
told me one thing, then someone else another
and when you gained my trust after i TOLD you it was so hard for me to give away,
and you ripped it to shreds
i will never ever ever thank you for the pain i felt when you gave up on me
or didnt respond to my pleas
my cries of help
when you told me i was seeking attention
and when i looked at you dead in the eye with a pain greater than both you or i know, and you never spoke to me again.
i was running down that street and you called my name, but you didnt tell me to stop.
thank you for your kind eyes
the way you tried to understand
and often, you did
but ******* for all the times your kind eyes werent so kind behind closed doors
when you went home to your lover at night and didnt think twice of me
for the times i needed you and you couldnt provide it to me
you didnt give me validation
because when something is on fire and you want to put it out you throw on water, but you added fuel.
the fire kept growing
i burnt.
and you watched.
so if you committed arson and werent caught, did it ever even matter in the first place?

Not really quite sure where to go...
I could extend my hand to the right,
to the left
not at all.
I could take the path to the right,
to the left
or straight ahead.
I don't really know where I am going
I crave a known that I cannot get
A desire for a knowledge of where I will end up next.
I can never force the future,
nor really the next day.
Direction,
direction,
direction.
Where do I go from here?
I don't really know?
I feel so vulnerable thinking about where to go,
but I feel even more vulnerable not having a plan.
Not really quite sure where to go...

Once I drank so much I threw up and blacked out.
I vowed I wouldn’t drink again until I was 21.
Two weeks later I drank again thinking maybe it would make someone care.
It didn’t.

They persuaded her into selling her soul to give them what they did not deserve.
She ripped it from her insides and said, “Here. Take it. Throw it away and let it be known that I am your slave.”
A slave to the unnerving earth that wept as she walked and fell to the ground, curling into a ball of loneliness and despair.
A slave to society that when she curled into that ball, kicked her until her ribs broke and she bled from her nose.
A slave to a mind that told her, “You are wanted by nobody, you are just a tool for them to use.”
She would chase her anti depressants with whiskey and brush her teeth with tequila.
Only to see the reflection staring back at her with a black hand wrapped around her neck, making her beg for air, and another hand over her mouth forcing her to silence.
A black hand attached to a body, and a face, and a mouth that whispers to her, “You are mine. You are my slave.”
A slave to sadness, that makes her mutilate her smooth skin to choppy waters in a storm.
A slave to her co workers, because she feels like her male comrades have power over her and have a right to push her around.
A slave to her lover who forces her to love him, despite his violence.
She does not know her own name.
She only knows what they tell her to feel, when they tap on her shoulder and she slowly turns her head to look.
Only one word.
"Darkness"