it says too much about you
that despite your fancy words
and pretense of equality
social justice women’s value
you don’t want a love
who’s survived being traumatized
because she might not be enough fun
you don’t want a partner
who speaks up to your power
you talk a good talk
a white man from the suburbs
with education and opportunity
this small town girl from
the edge of the rez
says bullshit
walk the walk
putdown the book
look her in the eye
her eyes are open
they see clearly
start with justice
between the two of us
give up that prestige
let go the superiority
you keep between yourself
and the rest of humanity

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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