Sunday, August 21, 2011


My tongue is what they loath to speak.
My heart receives them bend and break
All at the hands of angry fathers--I am worn
By son’s unloved, a weight I have born.

When I look out to the sun and sea
I see where my mom and dad did meet.
I am home in the house of a thief,
I am branded in the stead of another.
I am scorned and yet a brother.

I am one with the sea;
it is land who hates me.
Oceans have no politics
 it is bend and break, give and take,
we can all be swallowed in the sea.

I am home where there is no air,
Not long to last but equal and fair.
White, and green,
deep in the sea,
Native and Me. 

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