They're Always Telling Me I'm Too Angry
especially when I mention land theft or rape or genocide
They go to therapy to understand themselves
pound anonymous pillows safely with a stranger
in the closed room of proper behavior
There is
no pillow I'm angry with
As far as I'm concerned I'm too tired to be angry enough
Angry that I can't go anyplace
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btw, this poem WASN'T written by me, i WISH i could only express myself this greatly... some garfield kiddies might remember this from freshman year. when ms.mcbennett gave it to the class to read. i wasn't there, but my good friend thought of me when he read it. because all natives are angry about this shit, it ain't just one crazy native woman like me or her.
i was told that some of the white kids laughed at this poem, laughed that a native woman could be this angry at the system. i was pissed. because it all ain't "that big a deal"
p'shaw.
i wish i could just speak my language.
i wish i could dance more than an eagle dance.
i wish i could know what it's like to say w'sup to grandparents, knowing i only have one, that the other three mysteriously died.. recalling somethign along the lines of my grandpa died drunk in the train tracks..
i wish i had a nice house
i wish it all wasn't so hard.
oh well. it's making me stronger and more inciteful to the rest of the shit going down.
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