In houses all alike women embroider / your future on moccasins sold / to tourists. It's as if the light is waning.
I left the shower and kept
singing. I sang about my body
like I was proud. I was proud.
We are not Indians. Don’t try to erase us. We will not be erased.
My black is a story of night and day.
My black is a story of mud and clay.
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