You know what’s sad?
Always having to stay in the car
because I am too damn scared to
go in the store.
I’m scared of their hateful and hurtful words.
A young Native American girl,
too fucking scared to go shopping
You hear of “black lives matter”
What about Native Americans?
Oh yeah, they’re shoved onto these lands called reservations.
This poor little prairie nigger
surviving off of EBT and commodities
scared of traveling.
Scared of the harmful words of the white man.
In the lakota culture, mitukaye oyasin,
That means “we are all related” Whatever happened to that?
I’m tired of being pushed aside
I’m tired of being hurt by the white man
I’m tired of seeing my oyate, my people
suffer at the hands of the white man
What do I have to do?
Scream in the governments face?
“Here I am fuckers, pay attention to my people, we are suffering!”
From the battle of the little big horn
To the wounded knee massacre
Our people are still having to deal with that depression
We shouldn’t have to.
We don’t deserve that.
We are indigenous people
Native to the land
We deserve much better
Than this shit hole that we call home
I was always taught to keep my
mouth shut when it comes to racist remarks
I want to break this silence
I want to go in the store and not be afraid of what others have to say.
I want to break free.