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The Skin of Earth

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Under yellow skin sun

Me redskin man come

To white house father black

Ask for tribe sorrow back

Teepee blanket sleeping sacks

Shooting women kids in back

I redskin remember white mans laugh

As they took wife and daughters out back

Try to make pink babies with squaws

Then shoot my children with my dogs

Left me for dirt down dead

Make earths skin blush red

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June 2011 no white sorrow yet

Disclaimer by silence my bet

Slaughter of earths best friend too much

Cannot bring their tongues to touch

Chief of white house not now white

But still no sorrows comes this night

Busy with black or brown my bet

Not enough Indian votes now left!

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This is awesome! It plays with the stereotypical accent we americans give to the NATIVE american people, and is borderline offensive IF it was written by white man. But the words are written by you my red friend and appear written in blue sadness...

This is awesome! It plays with the stereotypical accent we americans give to the NATIVE american people, and is borderline offensive IF it was written by white man. But the words are written by you my red friend and appear written in blue sadness and orange frustration... I think our government bleeds green with greed... it is the only color they acknowlegde. This poem SCREAMS! of the injustices that have never been fully recognized. It is also current and relates to our world today. We are a melting pot and who is to blame now? White people? The government? History books? The writers of them? Modern Indian society? What would really be an honest, healing ammends? American society today, is so reliant upon technology and the way of life that has so radically changed since the time of these atrocities. We do not respect the Earth and treat this country's land with utmost DISrespect and I believe it is ruined forever. People have forgotten thier history and do not take responsibilty for the actions of thier ancestors. Languages and lineages have become intertwined and distorted, lies have been told, and they've been taught. Idk what can repair that? I offer you MY sorrow friend. I could write a whole piece on how this poem affects me... maybe I will... Absolutely... Tremendously... Fantastically well done! Thank-you for the morning passion

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Dear Mrs. Wicked, Your words are the clean rain in the HEALING. Your insight is so astonishing- most people now days don't care, some have no idea that this thing we talk of was the single biggest diabolical murder event to occurr on this...

Dear Mrs. Wicked, Your words are the clean rain in the HEALING. Your insight is so astonishing- most people now days don't care, some have no idea that this thing we talk of was the single biggest diabolical murder event to occurr on this hemisphere since calendars were invented. I thought with the "Tonto Talk" it would give it even more resoulution.
Even NOW after all the reservations in grassless lands, terrible treatment and NEAR annihilation and isolation of the most compassinate human beings ever to roam this contenent- without goverment sponsored schools, post offices, doctor offices, welfare because we were considered a sovereign nation with no claim to these things, but NOW that we are creating a life with casino's-"Please give us your taxes" Dear Mrs. Wicked I do hope words are able to fall from your mouth on this sorrow, it would benefit all people. Thank You for your emotions as a writer and for your words.

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Wow, this is incredibly powerful.
Great imagery.


Brooke Gale
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Wow, this is incredibly powerful.
Great imagery.


Brooke Gale
http://www.brookegale.com

“Write everyday. Line by line, page by page, hour by hour. Do this despite fear. For above all else, beyond imagination and skill, what the world asks of you is courage. Courage to risk rejection, ridicule and failure

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