Native American isn’t the first word
that pops into your head
when you see me.
The blonde hair and blue eyes
might tempt you
to call me Karen.
Grave mistake.
Too busy carin’
to ever be Karen.
While you wonder how much
SPF I need to keep from burning
my German, Swedish, British skin,
my blood is rebelling, or at least
one sixteenth of it is:
My bones contain molecules
that will always remember
and never forget
Oklahoma!
and how my people got there.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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