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dinewalking_PREV (deleted)
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“Brown Bluzzin
Looking in from the outside of rezness
Wishing I could go inside the redness
But my journey continues in and out of un-rooted destiny
As my life crossbreeds with urban wounds
Can I exist without definition
Am I acknowledge outside the womb
Are my thoughts polluted
As my image runs with your bad habits
Do I object to your tarnished recognition
Scorned with your language
Ignorance inhabited by my absence of expression
As I pray to the Creator in the tongue of my ancestors
Am I trapped by your society with no apologies
If I were white would I exist
I am Dine and that is the passage to my existence
You placed my Nomadicness on hold
You say relocation is my destination
Or is it an immigration of a tribal nation
To urbanization
Rez struttin and steppin on down Main Street
Breathing in this city intoxication
Headin on down to the local urban rez location
For some brown taste and some rez rapping
With my local browns at the urban boarder
Talking the talk
About NDN bluzzin and rezzin at our location
Talk about being an urban NDN
Eating rainbow bread instead of fry bread
Eating processed meat instead of mutton
What the ----
Is this NDN bluzzin worn by cynicism from tribal nation relocation
Wheres my traditional freedom
Unrecognized by your WASP oppression
You want to claim and rename me
Pay me $5.15/hr and a box of government commods
Extended luxury you say and my BIA obligation
Urban NDN a vision of confusion
Being urban stuck in mire of city transfusion
Indigenous urban and an immigrant to the polluted haze of urban assassination
Invisible journey on the extending horizon
Walking on a moonless night
A twelve pack of cold ones under my arm
Alcohol reassures my invisible journey
Will the dark road take me back to my childhood
----ing A
If I could remember
All I can say is this
Take your urban game and kiss my mofo ---
Guess Ill slow down and go back to breathing rez
Yeah, breathe some brown bluzzin
Like a home grown NDN feeling my rezzin
Like going back to eatin grandmas fry bread
And mutton taste on the tongue
Now thats whats call some real brown bluzzin
My cynical freedom
Seeyouma
12/11/03
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`You post they amazing poetry and no one seems to notice, but I notice and I read.Thank you for posting
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`I find how you express yourself truly beautiful. You are gifted.
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`Seeyouma, please post some of your other works. Show them how wonderfully beautiful your words are...show them your words of love.
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`I read your poems and am struck and speechless. Profoundly beautiful. Well stated.. horribly sad. Thank you for sharing
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