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I have a right to write right now;

its an innate need, an instinctiual task

for all hours of night, every night

for spreading wisdom behind a mask

of smudged ink and tears, right now-

I exercise my inner being, my soul

sharing the deepest parts of me

for stranger's scrutiny. For we

fight to keep our right to write-

right now. Every hour, every night.

On this very ground

underneath the snow and ice

the dirt and grass

the layers of clay

the stark developments

and gaudy displays

lay evidence of my ancestors-

pottery, beads, and pipes.

There were hundreds, no thousands,

Just Like Me.

On this very ground

showing fealty to our Mother-

Earth-

and feeling clarity-

the uncertainty of an un-promised future.

I am not Hansel, nor Gretel,

following your candy trail-

sugary sweet empty promises

without doubt, without fail.



A am a mannequin, nor doll,

opening my legs, raising arms

for anything that can touch

for anyone with certain charms.



I am me,

no more,

no less.

You, with the kind facade,

stop stringing me along.

Behind your eyes

Black,

gold,

lust

No mistaking the lust

that consumes you whole

And brazens your words

No need for touch

I am bloodied enough

By your nonviolent fists,

Your cast iron wit

Behind my eyes

black,

gold,

empty.