is this a good poem for a project
The Struggles of a Modern Miipaay, Ipay, Tiipaay, Paiute Warrior ( The social experiment “kill the Indian Save the Man”)
One of the biggest challenges new warriors face, is to face the two worlds they were born into, a foot on each side trying to keep the paths side by side and with all the twist and turns pray they don’t collide.
Already assigned my duties I must implement into daily life, allowed my horse, a bow and one arrow and a chance to make my mark
I was given a gift I wanted and needed most, an older brother I can look for and catch up to ahead of me on the warrior’s road
I reflect on all the time I’ve lived up to this day in life
I recall my first comprehension of the words extinct, survive and genocide
The first battle I was ever sent to was school, a tool to kill our soul, but let the man walk around empty and hallow just so people don’t see that their hearts are cold.
I ever understood why I had to attend, when we need every minute to acquire our traditional education, we have so much to still mend.
The constant need to fight and still differentiate when is the appropriate time.
My sister said this is your chance to get on the inside, Infiltrate bring home the new tactics they use to erase our way of life, be careful and you will make it through alright,
That is if you never forget the plight, our people, and the future who depends on you to survive
I wake to each day with extinction weighting heavily on my mind; no one would believe I’m the last
They can’t see or understand except the Indians shown to them in school and on TV
I feel like screaming at them “BUT THAT’S NOT ME”
I hold back the frustration knowing it’s wrong to let it turn to anger
I remind myself it’s forbidden for me to explain the truth, until I know how it can only result in danger
I swallow statements of ignorance, even sometimes laugh as I wonder, “ do they know I face it, stand without flinch and take it?”
As one by one they unload the clips of their gun loaded with insults and a virus of venomous ignorance that spreads slow, runnin rare like a virus out of control and proven fatal once it penetrates a warriors soul.
My Paiute father created from Wovoka’s people, accepts and expects me to fulfill the duties passed to me from my mother’s family, shes a true woman warrior and her home is Taaywii.
Blood from Taaywii is like what a white man calls royalty. But the only difference is we don’t get to feel the respect, special treatment or the chance to embellish.
The responsibility is heavy; a chance to achieve this now only comes in spurts of opportunity
In kindergarten at age five was my first time on the front lines, of this cold war people refuse to acknowledge and continue to hide
This brings new struggle for a new freedom to be the warrior I was born to be
it tries to force me to entertain and perpetuate of the newly created image of what an Indian has been conditioned to be.
Straight up, it disgusts me; even an old man waves his hand over his mouth trying to imitate a warriors LEE LEE.
A gesture that has nothing to do with me
I respect the ways of another tribe, for today the only chance we have is to unite
I’ve learned to feel sympathy when I hear that loud annoying mimic as they scream LEE LEE LEE LEE. Because even if they understood they are a people of different comprehensive capabilities.
I find understanding and comfort as I dream. I remember in school the snowflakes teaching us we are all different and unique.
Now I hear we are all the same and all that matters is the similarity in which we bleed
But I figured out we are not all different in the same way which is what they preach and teach
We are all different in unique ways and accepting this will make the world the most beautiful place to be. Then they’ll understand that word they carelessly use, BI Culturally
Until then I will continue to wake up to the sunlight that signifies the battle I face each day.
What helps me when I need a break is to concentrate; my social life I thank for reminding me not to get stuck in the fight but to recognize when is the time and the place.
I will continue to prove, my soul they can’t take
if you copy this ill kick your ***
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