Poem: Racist Dissection

But you are mostly this,
She points to the chart,
Starts to,
Quantify my existence,

STOP,

Quantifying my existence is racist,

TWO WORDS,

Invisible minority,

NEXT,

Genocide,
Extermination policies,
Rape,
Violence,
Sexual violence,
Annihilation,
Pride of cultured,
Destroyed,
Whirlwind assimilation,

CONTINUING,

Quantifying my existence hurts me,
Hurts my family,
Hurts my community,
To all the Native people who aren't enrolled,
Because of divisive tribal politics,
Kicking people off the rolls,
Internalized oppression,
To all the Native people who aren't enrolled,
Because the goal of these governmental policies,
Is to make us vanish,
Gone,

Quantifying our existence,
Only occurs to us,
No other race gets asked,

"How much?"
All the time,
To size up,
Dissect us,

I like your Native American look,
Says the New York City man,
I like your Native American earrings,
Says the bourgeoisie suburban girl,
Did you go to college for free?
Do you live in tipi's?
What's it like living on the rez?
What's real poverty like?
What's it like to be a token?

Hand up,
Hand out,
Hand me down,
Pushed down,

NEXT,

I am never going to divide up my existence,
For your approval,
Or narrowed belief of what my racial identity should be,

But you say,
You've benefited from your privilege,
I don't need to explain,
Racism,
Sexism,
Racism,
Sexism,
Economic poverty,
Invisible,
No voice,

Your racist dissection will be torn to shreds,
When you ask,
How much?

How about you talk to the elder,
Listen to the elder,
Hear out what the elder has to say about blood quantum,
The individual,
Family,
In our community,
In our territories,

Do not ask a Native person how much they are,
Racism,
Hurts us,

No one else gets asked this,
So stop.