Natives
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The wind blows
the wind howls
Mother Nature cries
while we tell lies
hungry greedy men
killing her children
leaving her raped in the dust
only to feed their lust
for power and money
Have you ever seen anything so sad?
Children run around half-naked while their parents wait for more pills to come to town.
Teens walk around with cigarettes in their hands and alchohol in their systems.
I'm tired of these fucking stereotypes
dictating how I feel and act
I shouldn't like English
I should be petite and quiet
I should study, study, study
Well I fucking done
finito, over it
I once had a spirit,
That would cry, Livid.
A soundless screamer,
A sleepless dreamer.
A cowardly warrior,
A body-less barrier.
A sharp taste of rum,
A native tongue.
When the soul spoke,
Am I better off, hundreds of miles out of there?
My people need me, need help, need someone.
Now that our fates aren’t tied,
Shoved onto reservations, we aren’t their problem.
Who’d know the color of my skin presents so much ambiguity in society?
A different angle in the light of the city
What am I today?
For the historic family trees of America remain hallow at my name.
