Poem: Mixed Race Urban

Urban speak,
Don't tell me how to speak,
Nice,
Proper,
Damn,

See,
The culture wants to put me in a narrow box,
Speak proper and right grrl,
Speak proper and right grrl,

My multi-faceted self,
Includes urban speak,
Yes,
Not proper,
Or what is deemed to be proper,

Yooper talk,
Don’t cha know,
Eh?
NDN,
Rez talkin’,
Cultured from the urban foundations,
University talk,
Sociologically inclined to speak of injustices,
Micro small Odawa rez town,
Naaminitigong,

Urban speak,
Highland Park roots of my Father,
Motown tunes ringin’ all around,

Speaking in a way,
How I see,
How I define,
How I be me,
Truly me,

All the pieces,
Beautifully blended together,
Urban speak.

Poem: Oppression

Oppression is like a leaky pipe,
From the ceiling,
Dripping water,
Like tears,
Into a bucket,

Oppression is the stale smell,
That haunts you,
From generational wounds,
Sorrows,

Oppression is,
Crying over the sink,
Tears leaking through the pipes,
Dripping into a bucket,

Oppression is a dial tone,
Can't make the call,

Thunder,
Thunder,

Oppression is our hands over our face,
Collecting our tears,
As we wipe them on our pants,
Into the laundry,
Leaking from the pipe,
Like tears,
Into a bucket,

Oppression is,
Confinement,
Four walls toppling onto us,
Barreling onto us,
No voice,
No voice,
Cold,

Thunder,
Thunder,

Oppression is layers,
Layers of film around the bucket,
That form,
Hard to clean,
Hard to remove,

Thunder,
Thunder.