You need to understand
that I was what they wanted all along:
the Mistake beyond any blood quantum,
denatured Native boy turned White man
but not quite, somehow Nothing At All
because to admit my own split
is all in my head is to admit
my inherent lack of substance.
I detest myself as the proof
of their success — more than all
the forced sterilizations, more than
all the direct massacres and stolen bones,
more than even the mascots
and the plastic feathers on the sports fans —
I am what they wanted
all along: something less than real
and more than myth. It’s a Friday night
and I’m a touch more than fucked up about it —
a weekend ahead of being
a ghost of my expected iteration —
and then the week, and then another weekend,
and somewhere in that sequence I will eventually pass,
and the Nation is smoldering as it would
with or without me although some would say
it’s because of me and how I was made
that’s part of the reason the country ended up here.
I’m the token slipped into the Great Genocide Game
to get the balls rolling.
God, if you exist, this isn’t your whole fault.
It’s also mine. I failed to die soon enough
to make them regret me. They call me a dirty word
that isn’t even obscene enough to mask my own name,
which is beyond dirty,
a blasphemy of how
I was supposed to be
January 17th, 2021 at 2:42 pm
Sometimes when you come straight out of your pain, I simply can’t click “like.” Though you reflect a fleshing out of divisions and conflicts, some of us with the more antiquarian mixes….live conflicted by our inheritance without ever recognizing the genus of our struggle. And though you take the brunt of yours from the current society of ignorance, we too sometimes never find how to sift the wheat from the chaff and bring the strengths of our mix into the light.
I can’t express my self as well as you. I hope this makes sense without denigrating the harshness of your struggle.
January 17th, 2021 at 4:42 pm
I think that is quite eloquent.