Amanecer
El sol florece entre
los arboles y las montanas
La promesa eterna
El aire que habre el
espiritu y pinta el corazon con su fuego
La lengua de la tierra
esta seca, contaminada, violada, torturada
Su voz perdida hace
tiempo debajo de la bota del hombre blanco
El cementerio esta
lleno y jimiendo
Las tumbas preparadas
Esperando.
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Who are we
Are we the sun that
blooms,
Draping its rainbow
cloak over Pine Ridge,
The trees pinning its
crown to their chests,
The sacred oil of
their wisdom causing the blue, yellow, red orange colors to pulse,
Expand, navigate
towards the rivers
Are we
The badlands
Where silence prowls
to the entranced silhouettes
Causing their bones to
tremble at the impossibility of its magic
Feeling their beings
evaporate into the sky
Rich in its art—
Storms, sand hills,
sunny skies, vivid pinks all part of the same canvas
Or are we
The blood that has
drowned every crevice of the plains
Crusting, scabbing the
mountains
Weighing the trees,
gorging the wind with the smell of iron
Are we
The howling of the
innocent, the sacred children
That harpoons your
soul at Wounded Knee
Are we
The plastic food that
contaminates the forests of the body
The alcohol which
possesses the tongue, the hands, the eyes
The mind
Are we
The women that don’t
realize they’ve been sterilized
Her womb transformed
into a battleground
Another trophy hung
among the crown of thorns of colonialism
Are we
The youth that’s
intimate with suicide
What are we
What are we
What are we
Are we
The battle cry that
ignites the earth when a Lakota’s feet touches the ground each morning
The elder who shares
her story and the roots of her people
Her native language a
resistance
A lightning storm
captivating the spirits
A hurricane that
cannot be untangled from the beadwork of the universe
Are we
The young woman that
walks to her ancestors
Her shoulders back,
her steps sure and her voice unwavering
Are we
The man holding the
drum of life
His long hair braided
down his broad back,
His words blunt and
unforgiving
Truth is his fuel
Are we
The young man who
stands in front of Wounded Knee
Telling the story of
the massacre that sent his people into a mass grave
Telling the story of
the wealth of his tribe
His face exhausted but
his heart strong
Resilience in his song
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