Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Roots to reservation, same old pain.
Ghosts were there, fishing every day;
adjustments began we grew hungry
standing in line gathering
white flour for white bread
baking in a white woman's oven.
Lonely red daddy beating down
a dying fish with a sack of rice.
Blood ties broken with his heart
Straitjackets cradled the ghosts-
daddy's gone crazy and mother is dead.
Brother Bear cut off his hair,
joined the government
to be safely in danger.
And I fear I'm learning to weave nets.
Brian Miller is tending bar @ dVerse Poet’s Pub
and told us that this Friday, March 8, is International Women’s Day.
A small verse to celebrate woman.
OpenLinkNight ~ Week 86