Poem: Bingo Night on Da Rez

I don't have much time to post anything other than my poems because of my move, settling in to a new place and area, starting a new job, adjusting to southwest Michigan, being sad and missing Northern Michigan immensely. I am a very solitary person and enjoy the land over people. I was really sad last week and had a hard time being in the "energies" down here. But, I am adjusting and after all I survived Detroit. As the saying goes, "if you can survive Detroit you can survive anywhere."

Enjoy the poem!


Bingo Night on Da Rez

March 6th 2009

Bingo night,
Cigarette smoke,
Fries,
Yooper accents,
NDNS,
Surprisingly,
No one gazes,
"Ojibway pride,"
Written on it,
Written on my sweater,
Its tense,
In there,
People smoke,
And smoke,
Bingo night,
On the rez,
I guess I feel,
A little outta place,
Talking to a few Ojibway,
There are all kinds of Yooper folks,
Shame,
Guilt,
Something to prove,
In this smokey bingo hall,
So I win,
$1000 bucks,
Rambling,
Gambling,
Womyn,
From Chicago,
To Billings,
To the UP,
And back again,
Back,
Outta place,
Outta place,
Where my Grandma,
Used to play,
B-54,
My Aunt's birth year,
So,
$1000 bucks,
In hand,
I walk out the door,
Not recognized for being Native,
My Grandma recognized,
Although she was French,
So I leave,
We drive away,
The bingo light,
Shines,
In the night,
On the rez.