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| Tears by � arhllm I am a Mohawk I am a Pawnee I am a Shawnee I am a sister a mother a child that labors at being lost in this world of my making. Drum flute voice draw me from my self designated circle pitching me backward to twist and dream. I see both my Mothers in the picture window glass vision of childhood. Finding myself living in the white upper class of the seventies. Football games swim meets choir rehearsals alcohol induced church dances the tears flow. Self abuse self dislike self destruction I allowed I now take responsibility for. Tears from a lifetime form a pool that can be found in the depths of my soul blue, cold, bottomless. In utter silence my spirit swims through my tears. They encircle me. The salt dries on my skin burns my eyes where have I been I do not know. I am a Mohawk I am a Pawnee I am a Shawnee I am a sister a mother a child I am. A.R. Hill 2002 |