When did we begin wearing dresses to cover our breasts
forgetting how to feed ourselves
and keep a family?
Do I blame culture for bringing me East
in journey for truth?
My life was formed on the lessons of
the continuous sacred contracts
and now I plead for what is right.
I cannot fight the Man who fed me so well
housed and clothed me ad carried me through the air
but I am grateful and move toward the separate truth
that keeps calling at my forgetting.
There are people to play with here too,
no glitter or green
just the songs we know
and the words
that make sense in rhythm
To understand is to have no future.
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