#nativeamerican
I don’t know what we are trying to say Native America…
White man and the Indian?
Fight for your right,
Fight for your white.
Apache -
Underlined in black "indian" ink Africa!
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 6:52 AM UTC
I'm silent and swift as the night.
You'll never know when I'll spring and fight.
I'll fight you in the canyons or on open ground.
While you'll look frantically all around.
I'll scream and howler to strike you with fear.
I'm the wolf, while you are the deer.
Tomahawk, bow or knife.
Are the tools I use to take your life.
The Apache
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 12:42 AM UTC
Mammon, their false god of avarice, says,
their 'final solution', extinction,
to steal everyone's everything,
can't be stopped, notseeism will rule.
"...We(e),..." bay, nay, you will be separated from
the State, as the Constitution dictates, the people
will rise again, your treason will end, Oyate.
Somatic revolution, each one's foci of attention
solutioning with all life, betwixt Earth and Sky,
evincing to be alival, not survival, lifting sights,
inspiring visions, meditations, actions, sweats to Sundance.
While we look to the 7 th generation, with our climate crisis strike,
starting 9-20-19 and 'the Green New Deal', we also mournfully remember
'Wounded Knee', 12-29-1890, where 300 Native Americans were exterminated.
Most of them were women, kids, a root of our king-kong sized terrible-two's
current war on kids, mostly Latinos. I would fly just for a day, as a mayfly,
the Beauty Way, if I were more me, rather than as long as an eagle flies,
selling out, destroying, killing. Viva la evolucion. Wakan Tanka.
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 6:11 AM UTC
Come home from eagle-throated distance,
The canoe-tip of the crescent moon scuds
Into the silted, mud-bed of heaven.
Her face-dream beside the pine trees
The mollusc of purpled wampum beads shining.
Bury my hands, ninidji, in the eagle’s nest,
Carry my feeling words to her on wings.
Let her mix roots, berries, clay
and the feather of my hands
To paint her face with my words and these trees.
Or let my hands ripple like flat-fish
Above the silt-bed of her slim stomach,
Held there in radiant scaled warmth.
Lappihanne, the rapid water of our river heart,
Like an arrow that glides from the bow,
My people where the tide ebbs and flows.
To us both, the dark, golden edge of woods whispers, kuwumaras…
And the water arrow will never land,
But carried in my eagle’s hands,
I say kuwumaras, my love, and pierce through all darkness
To the empty path made full with the ripples of all who have passed.
My nika, swan of the woods, let us dive into the dark, golden sea
Of forever in the hills.
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 12:15 PM UTC
Wide little eyes watch from behind the door
fat little fingers grip the wood, until the blood has fled and left them
white with cold.
Chill iron fingers of terror curl around the pounding little hearts and
squeeze
their childhood from them
For the demons enter, breaking down the door;
their guns drawn, blood on their hands, death in their faces.
The blind ones rise, with effort, with confusion
curse the lying promise of the empty bottles, laughing at them from
the ground
and having played themselves to the trap, are pushed helpless to the
door.
and the little eyes burn as they read the little minds their story;
and flood the tiny trembling faces as they shout the silent truth into
the hollow room
that with step after echoing footstep, the beloved ones
the blind and stumbling ones
are herded with the crack of whips over the edge
to a buffalo's death
in the dark.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
you
non-
colonizer
friend, companion, self-intellectualizing
non-
colonizing
colonizer
who loves, cares, hurts
[ me ]
lays an offering
of violence
at
my
feet
non-
colonizing
colonizer
this is how you love
[ me ]
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
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!
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC
it's easy
forgetting
You.
the hatred
of Me.
until I cease
to blend
in
and what has
been lying
in wait
emerges
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 12:44 PM UTC
if i hear
one more
white-pink
no-chin
speak the word
I n d i a n
I will
scalp
Them
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC
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.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
Oh mighty brother of the plains
Where have you gone?
Has your life been taken with such ease as a whispering breath?
Oh mighty brother of the plains
Where have you gone?
Decaped of all pride, not just to die, but cry... Oh mighty Brother.
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 4:36 PM UTC
She was known as Eartha Mae born in the small town of North in the The Palmetto State
Her childhood was even a mystery that she wished to forget from suffering abuse and neglect all because of her skin color - a light pale complexion - commonly referred as "yella"
She was of fair complexion due to the racial mix of African-American, European, and Cherokee Native American descent
Eartha was poorly treated and abandoned by others till she was saved by a Good Samaritan and taken to New York
Nurtured and raised into the Big Apple flair, she flourished and sprouted like flowers from the Earth
Charismatic and mysterious, she was like her name - spiritual and intuitive, she had a deep connection to the Great Mother (Earth)
The elements on Earth resided within her
Earth is the body, Water set in blood, Air is in the breath, and Fire ruled a free spirit
As a dancer with the legendary teacher, Katherine Dunham, who motivated the shy young girl to blossom and shine
She learned new languages and traveled to far and wide exotic places soaking up foreign cultures and faces
She was always searching for love and acceptance and enjoyed it though short and brief until she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl that she affectionately named Kitt
Eartha's life was now complete now that she had her child - someone to cherish and love
Both were different as night and day but their love ran deeper and stronger than skin - everyone noticed the powerful bond that couldn't be severed
Eartha had a subtle sensuality with a rich silky velvet speaking voice that turned vibrant, versatile, and passionate whenever she sang
A commanding powerful stage presence with a royal and noble aura - she possessed the carriage of a divinely queen
Outspoken and bold, she was not afraid to tell the truth - it nearly cost her career and left her exiled out of America until her triumphant return to Broadway in 1978, when she performed in the play, Timbuktu!
Her career was resurrected and skyrocketed once more and led her to many more places and open doors bringing fans from old generations and new, the queen had returned and was living life rich and fully
A strong social activist, she fought racism and injustice bringing unity and peace in numerous subtle ways from dance to social causes, she was admired and loved for being different and a vocal advocate for the outcast and rejected
On Christmas Day 2008, she left the world behind with Kitt by her side
Although she's gone, she will never be forgotten - her legacy lives on in her music and lives she touched
Farewell, Eartha Kitt
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
Grasp everything positive
even if the flower is wilting
Hold on to your thoughts
even when you are alone in the forest
harbored by taller plants
grip tightly to your purpose
even if it’s blowing in the wind
Hold on to your breath
even when you wish to hold it
Clutch my mind
even after I have been swept away.
-Molly-
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 10:38 AM UTC
It is the spirit dragonfly, a nymph -
the keeper of our dreams
The breath of a moose in wintertime
Crystal waters that flow through a fast
moving stream
Clouds that cast shadows that slip through
a purple sunset and disappear
It is the visiting Raven
It is the fast running deer
who dances in the rain
it is your tears
which are the keepers of your pain
Thunder and lightning
It is in your hands
this life....it is everywhere
our soul finds a
place to land.
Cherie Nolan © June 2016
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 6:55 PM UTC
First came the two turtle doves
Then the blue jays
and the beautiful Red-Winged Blackbirds
Then two sparrows in the rain...
I really hadn't been paying attention all that much...
I've been so absorbed
with everything else
that's beautiful
And then came the Raven 3 days in a row
I started to think ....
that may be it was you..
....visiting.
Then there was the Dead Bunny..
The Sign of The Hare
I decided ...that I'd better be aware
Tonight you send your Falcons in
And I just say I cannot quite describe
this in words
At first there were two
Swooping in patterns.... in a beautiful aerial display
Against the crisp blue sky
that is so blue ...
it hurts to look at it
And clouds that are white
a white that is so starkly contrasted
against these tips of the maple trees in a
in a beautiful summer green
reaching to touch the sky
Daisy hot hazy sunshine with Cadillacs in the sky
Cruising above my head
and then in came another
like B-52 bombers and they're circling in
a figure eight....and
I am completely mesmerized
They come in pairs there was 5 and then 7
There was 9 and then finally 12
I was so captivated...
I couldn't take my eyes off this picture
as I stared the clouds
that just passed by
and I watched them dancing ...
dancing so flawlessly in the sky
It literally... took my breath away
This is what they call
the Falcon dancers
This is believed...
to only happen
in the Native American culture
in a Period of Enlightenment.
Along with the other meanings
of the animals I've seen
I guess I already know
what these signs mean...
Something is coming
Something is here
Something is far
something is near...
Prepare... be ready.
And all I can do
is write down these words
to tell you...
To never stop looking at your sky.
Cherie Nolan © All Rights Reserved 2016
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC
My Native American grandmother I hear you today
I see you in everything
The grass, the trees... the flowers, the sky the clouds
I feel you in everything that I do
In every word that I say
in all things that are meaningful
I trust you completely
I understand what you are trying to teach me
I see you in the river barefoot, catching fish and throwing them on the River Bank
No wanting for what you did not need
Never a complaint
Always kind, thoughtful and wise
With a true understanding and appreciation for all mankind
You would never judge another nor take anything for granted.
I finally feel the sun on my skin
And the breeze on my face
I feel strong and clear
a sharpness I have never known
For I have grown and I'm becoming aware of my spirit.
Thank you for the gift of life
for in me you live on
Thank you for connecting me to the great spirit Apistotoke...
and for an ability to try and share with others what has been shared with me.
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
Lately I've fallen down,
deeper then I can dig myself out,
I've taken up smoking when they only make things worse,
My skin itches because I am allergic to some of the chemicals,
My body can't breath well enough for a good while after,
asma or not, I have to remember I wasn't breathing when I started,
at least now I feel my body trying. to do something.
sometimes if I smoke too much my body can't take it and I *****
funny thing is, I highly doubt any Native American smoked these.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 8:44 AM UTC