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John Trudell
John Trudell.
Last night in a house in Winnemucca.
I sit on a couch with a native man.
We make small talk and wait.
In walks John Trudell.
Dark glasses. Black sports jacket.
Crisp white tee. Licking his lips, looking sharp.
I know he is dead. Dead and gone.
This strong-willed man. Not broken by Alcatraz.
Still harboring the wounds of his family killed,
by the first wave of foreign invaders.
He is beautiful. He is broken, and he is set free.
His lion eyes regarding me. He knows a poet
When he sees one. “You little girl. Speak for me.”
What the hell?
He raises a finger and shakes it at me.
“Hey! You MUST remember…Sometimes they have to kill us.
They HAVE to kill us…because they can’t break our spirit.”
My soul cries out. And perhaps his to mine.
Me…a white bread woman. But he is right.
I have been battered to hell and back more than once.
Lost in a dank cell of my own Alcatraz.
Curled into a ball of pain doing what I could to hold
My insides in place.
But never ever broken.
So, they have to kill us.
What these losers don’t realize is… by breaking us open,
they only set us free.
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Its about a dream I had with John Trudell in it.
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Comments
Esker
Sat, 2016-10-29 13:30
awesome!
Oh I loved "Braveheart" my grammas scottish side....and "Thunderheart"
turns out dads family was from Pine Ridge!!
This is a kick ass poem!
well written
many here want to belong to some
kick ass organization but no
way the truth trusts rats liars and thieves
and this site like many has its share..
but fuck that...shove em into the wall..
does anyone care about they after awhile
after your finaly Fuck U U stink..wording
no one will say nothing...
why I like warriors Like U. Phoenix!
John Trudell...he lived it
and we know..
U live it U dare it...
they git U...
wow..
a great vision
a great dream!
Thank U
"Sunni"..Mr Wolf
Noganosh!
should be wearing
the turqoise suit
like he had...
Noganosh adopted
me a ceremonial
drumming and
feast to their clan
circa 1998
Mr Wolf!~
Phoenix
Sat, 2016-10-29 14:18
Thank you. I appreciate your
Thank you. I appreciate your enthusiasm it means a lot to me. : )
author commentEsker
Sat, 2016-10-29 19:58
enthusiasm...I call em up...
sideliners....enjoying the show
Here is a shovel..here is a stick
build a sweat lodge..Oh no..Im not in it for this...
\give us a hand..help carry the wounded
Oh no Im not in it for this
Then fuck off then!
warriors......everyone beats a drum
but the good drums are hard
to hear in all the noise...
I have carried all
and I built the traditional
things with my hands
shakers....sweat lodges...
enthusiasm...
thank U
Mr Wolf!