how did you do it?
Stand alongside settlers who ruined
your crops, those golden, crisp corn stalks?
Walk with those who trampled all over
our beloved Earth
with their jagged soles?
You accepted them.
How can I, one
who gasps for air
of the imperialists,
do the same?
Save me, Pocahontas,
for the singing rivers
no longer smile when they drown into
rusted pipes that squeeze
through our concrete walls
Even the valiant trees that once
now come with a price
to sit next to,
the beautifully embellished stones
once accompanied by the spices you ground
for a customer
in order to whisper a hello
O, let us give thanks, Pocahontas,
to the brothers and sisters of our Earth,
for they are no longer
animals we honor
for allowing us to eat their flesh,
but manufactured meats
must I love
those you loved,
those who shot
For even your death,
simply produced a child’s film.
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