I am from
a poem from a Native perspective
I'm from tangled hair sun licked and snarled
damp cheeks kissed by the ocean's lips
sandy skin toasted by loving days rays
thick muddied toes and sweet honey grins
I am from laughter
from tide pools
from clay
and from mountains
from lava
from rain
from forests
from fountains
I am from Hāloa I
hold my roots firm and proud
I'm from the ever watchful moon
from sunny people of the isles
of the deep and noble sky and
its treasured veils of lights
from tall crests and long canoes
rolling waters wild and smooth
I breathe with my ancestors
walk with their cultured pearls
bow my head for these blessings
thankful home is still here
* * *
I am from
Native displacement
cold encampments on pavements
from two jobs exhaustion outpriced overbought and
from gentrified fetishized plagiarized genocide
yet I am still here
oh yes we are still here
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