Arianna Nov 2018
Red hands bear red earth
Over rolling waves of Land,
Where skin and bone alone
Separate me from the stone.

Between me and the stone:
The drone
Of red humming Earth
And red drumming hands,

And pulsing red
Of Land,
Christened with bloodstains,

The Singer of silent songs.
Found in a notebook dated for 21 June 2015, and given a slight update.
Kore Nov 2018
redskin redskin redskin redskin redskin redskin redskin redskin
redskin redskindian        indian  redskin redskin redskin redskin
worthlessredskinscalpingbitchfeatherordot redredredred indian
redskin redskin redskin redskin redskin redskin redskin redskin
james m nordlund Nov 2018
Natives' compassion taught
Pilgrims at Plymouth
How to live within, give to,
Natures' abundance.


That providence sowed
Reaped graces' harvest,
Fraternity, bearing
Fruits to this day.


We gave Native-America
Genocide, Earthocide.
Chief Seattle said,
No one can own the land.


Bowing to Above and Below,
For gifts bestowed,
Giving, may we again,
Walk that way!
For the holiday   :)   Thanx for the great worx, I look forward....  "...We(e),..." are advancing the Evolution in it's struggle against the corporate structure's (la machine) convolution and it's devolutionary direction.  You, indivisible life and illimitable potential, and your worx go along way in that evolutionary direction, for, we can walk in nature's balance, giving back to Earth's abundance.  If you didn't vote Hillary you voted for the bi-headed, RumputiN/vlad the impaler, head of the global oligarchy to dictate the extermination to extinction of humanity, large mammals, for the corp structure's convolution's devolutionary direction + 'la machine''s, sociological programming (machining) human (into not) being, individually, which is the social challenge of our day, as the convolution's dictating cult of personality is almost all and the socialist's extemist lie that "there's no reality without their agreement", is the political one.  All life are necessary threads in life's fabric, we can't allow to be torn asunder, as we followed none, we leave no footprints that will echo on, in all ways, always.   reality
Kore Nov 2018
it's easy
forgetting
You.
     the hatred
of Me.

until I cease
          to blend
in

and what has
        been lying
in wait
           emerges
Arianna Nov 2018
Gentle, ferocious,
Nurturing, protective. Strong,
Being in balance.
Not an actively religious or spiritual person, but I went through a little.... phase, we'll call it, of introspection and somewhat occult spiritual exploration several months ago. During that time, the bear made some recurring appearances, which I found interesting given the consistency with which it did so, and in light of some minute coincidences with past events. Who knows. :)
Arianna Nov 2018
Indiscernible
From the gloom of the forest,
Gold eyes glow, knowing...
Arianna Nov 2018
Pawprints through the snow,
Guiding: White Wolf pathfinder
Towards the wide-eyed Sun.
Not an actively religious or spiritual person, but during a phase of introspection and spiritual exploration several months ago, a white wolf/some sort of canine and the sun came into play.

http://www.earthandskyconnection.com/wolf-medicine/
Kore Nov 2018
if i hear
one more
white-pink
no-chin
speak the word

                          I n d i a n

I will
scalp
                         Them
"I'm only saying it because that's what the text says" my ***
Belle Dec 2017
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 *** 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.
Jim Morris Jul 2016
Set sail across the unknown waters searching for another land
White man was his name and his discovery was unplanned
His find in iron grip, discovered a red man
Both not knowing what, knowing who, mistaken for India
You met this red man; you call him savage, *****
You tell him the only good *****, is a dead *****
You take his land, his home, his family, his way of life
You crush his spirit; make him feel lesser than an empty heart, cut with a knife
You **** buffalo for fur and hide, leave blood to soak the soil, mountain of skulls and bones
The sacred lands our ancestors once walked freely on
You corrupt with greed and ****** of the innocent
With no defense against your warfare tactics, carried out with wickedness
No matter what, red man must die for a so called promised land to be built

White man saw that red man had established their own way of life before dawn
Women did the work, men provided safety and food, what is a tax, what is a debt
Why did you think you could improve their quality of life like that?
You **** red man for being a true patriot; you have the nerve to call him savage
You **** innocent women, the givers of life! Children, the future of our people, left to scavenge
But still after everything you throw at red man, you still call him savage
You may **** us but you won’t **** our spirit, no matter how far they travel
You may damage our spirits, strong we are, our spirits won’t be broken, we challenge
You run them to the hills, you organize other tribes to **** off each other alongside you, ravage
You force them into a designated part of land that they must reside, called the reservation

Money is what you throw at red man, hoping he’d take it so he can bring on an addiction, left crying
Possessed by greed, headless chickens running, while white man is behind the curtain laughing
You made red man touch pen which engraved the treaties on paper, only left them with broken promises
You go behind these treaties to deplete resources on reservations and such lands left to them, too hungry for a piece of paper that has no substance
You drain earth for oil, yet you spill it in our waters, you spill it on the lands, ruining communities

You give them blankets to comfort, deceived to receive white man’s disease, a smallpox ticket
You introduce red man to fire water; the taste burns the pureness from the spirit
State of mind lost to the sorrows, addiction with no limit
You start giving rations of food, the hunger sets in, dependent on your system
How did you feel the need to improve on red man’s system?
Red man became dependent on your way of life, too blind to see the victims
You introduce religion, something irrelevant, the creator is our wisdom
You bring books filled with nonsense, red man opens book, told to pick a white man’s name
Your name is now James, “why was I given this name - what was wrong with my previous name?”
Head no longer held high, identity lost, something he’s not, you cut his braid
You **** his thoughts, his senses, who he was, a red man, now in white man’s costume

You introduce him to a school, to get educated, because red man is a savage after all
Tame the wild is how you felt; to fit your standards for the future promised land, but overshadowed
You starve them, sit at this table, your meal for the day, and eat
White teacher sits at her own table, food for everyone, but just for her, repeat
Red man spoke his language, you beat it out of him to adapt to yours, it vanished
You ***** her, you killed him, you beat them, with heavy abuse some weaker than those who managed
Hanging from their rooms, you aren’t forgotten, I don’t blame you for vanishing
For the survivors, I appreciate your will to fight forward and tell your stories with courage and passion
Past generations corrupted, future generations wander without a voice, it’s disgraceful
One thinking they’re better than the next, it’s too painful, it’s betrayal

Red man claims pride, but where is the pride when red man does nothing about what happened
Red man stripped from everything that he once was, left behind
North America what it is now, born onto the burial grounds of our ancestors
Born on the genocide of the red man, and the enslavement of the black man
White man still see’s nothing wrong with what they did, swept under the rug, what a disaster
Told to forget about it, nothing will heal the scars, not death, not time, not money, not words, nothing

What will happen when the last tree is cut, the last river poisoned, the last fish caught
Will you realize money cannot be eaten or repeat history given no thought?
You breed with red man to thin the blood line for future generations
Even after five hundred years of resistance, we shall remain after all the corruption and frustration
One day there will be a new cycle, with nothing to block the winds from blowing freely, water thee earth with rain, nothing to hide the sun,

We still stand here today, a strong nation, nothing can stop us if we unite as one.
A poem about my people I wrote awhile back, got it published in a magazine in North Dakota.
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