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[cupofteajones]

Quote of the Day - November 30, 2022

Quote of the Day – November 30, 2022

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[forever70s]

L to R: John Trudell, Dennis Banks, Russell Means, and Eddie Benton-Banai of the American Indian Movement (1971)

#john trudell #dennis banks #russell means #eddie benton-banai #indigenous #activist #poet #1971 #actor #musician

[yourdailyqueer]

Julieta Paredes

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

DOB: Born 1967

Ethnicity: Indigenous Bolivian (Aymara)

Occupation: Poet, singer, songwriter, activist, writer, artist

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[byronicist]

"I came into this world already scarred by loss on both sides of my family. My Indigenous side; my European side. My father and my mother were the kind of damaged people who should never have had children. But of course, they had me, and so my first language was loss."

Deborah Miranda, When Coyote Knocks on the Door (2021)

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[rs-hawk]

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I’m in a precarious position at my day job as I ended up reporting some harassment, racism, transphobia and just general bigotry from both my management and employees, and I was put at another location that is twice as far away. Unfortunately, this is putting a huge strain on me mentally, emotionally and especially financially. It’s the main reason why I’ve been kind of MIA lately. The investigation is likely to go on for over another month, and I’m spending about a whole shift’s work on gas a week now. I would really appreciate anything anyone buys because even $1 will get you something on both ❣️

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[nickysfacts]

Anaconda remained a advocate for peace to the very bitter end.

🏵️

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[mudaship39]

Heart of Dragon Fire, Soul of Phoenix Flame, & Ocean Blood of Sea Fairy

Chapter 1: Verse:

The Land and the Seas, She Calls To Me, Her Long Lost Child Home:

Ever since I could remember

Ever since I was a child 

Every night in my dreams

I have always heard an earth voice

I have always heard an ocean song 

A voice of fire and a song of flame that sounds serene, tranquil, calm, & melodic

An ocean song voice that was matriarchal, loving, & kind

An earth voice that was paternal, protective, & caring

A song that somehow sounds like the very ocean itself

A voice that somehow sounds like the very earth itself

An ocean song that sounds so recognizable to me

As a Southeast Asian Vietnamese or Kinh Indigenous and East Asian Chinese or Hoa person of color 

An earth voice that sounds so familiar to me

As a Kinh Indigenous and Polynesian Tahitian Indigenous Pasifika 

She is calling to me and saying that I am her long lost child

One that was stolen from the Earth, the Ocean, & the Sky a very long time ago

As a displaced state side disconnected diaspora 

I know her voice but I do not know her face

I know her song but I do not know her touch

I know her voice but I do not know her embrace

I know her song but I do not know her bond

The land and the sea ever since they were a child

She has called them every night in their dreams

Her long lost child long ago that was stolen from her

A child with a body made of earth, made of ocean, & made of sky

She calls to them with her earth voice

She calls to them with her ocean song

The land and the sea however she weeps and she grieves                            

She grieves because her long lost child does not know her tongue

The land and the sea though every single night she weeps 

The land and the sea though every single day she mourns

She mourns because her child born of fire, flame, & water does not understand her voice

She mourns because her child born with a body made of earth, ocean, & sky does not comprehend her songs

I know her earth voice but I do not know her touch 

I know her ocean song but I do not know her embrace

I am a Vietnamese, Chinese or Hoa, French, & Polynesian Tahitian Indigenous Pasifika person of color

I am a displaced state side disconnected Polynesian Indigenous Pasifika and Kinh Indigenous diaspora  

The land and the sea she calls to me her long lost child home but I cannot answer her

The land and the sea she calls to them her long lost child home but they cannot answer her

She laments because her long lost child does not know her food

She laments because her long lost child does not know her songs

She laments because her long lost child does not know her dances

She grieves because her long lost child does not know their cultural identity

She grieves because her long lost child doesn’t know their traditions, culture, heritage, & customs

She grieves because her long lost child knows her voice 

She grieves because her long lost child does not know her face, does not know her touch, & does not know her embrace

She weeps because her long lost child does not understand her earth voice 

She weeps because her long lost child does not comprehend her ocean songs 

She weeps because her long lost child with a sea fairy aura has never swam in her seas and has never set foot on her soil

She weeps because her long lost child with a body made of earth, ocean, & sky has never been home

She grieves because her long lost child’s fire dragon heart is not whole

She grieves because her long lost child’s flame phoenix soul is not complete and is trying to heal

She grieves because her long lost child born of fire, flame, & water is split broken pieces trying to become whole 

She grieves because her long lost child is lost trying to come home

The land and the sea she calls to me her long lost child home but I cannot answer her

The land and the sea she calls to them her long lost child home but they cannot answer her

I cry because I do not know my traditions, culture, language, customs, spirituality, & heritage

I weep because I do not know my cultural identity

She hopes one day they can answer her because they know her tongue

On that day, she knows she will cry happy tears

She will celebrate because her long lost child does know her tongue

She will celebrate because her long lost child does know her food

She will celebrate because her long lost child does know her songs

She will celebrate because her long lost child does know her dances

She will cheer because her long lost child does know their cultural identity

She will cheer because her long lost child does know their traditions, customs, language, culture, spirituality, & heritage

She will cheer because her long lost child does know their cultural identity

She will rejoice because her long lost child knows her voice, her face, & her touch

She will rejoice because her long lost child knows her embrace

She will rejoice because her long lost child has swam in her seas and has set foot on her soil

She will be proud because her long lost child understands her voice 

She will be proud because her long lost child comprehends her songs 

She will cry happy tears because her long lost child’s heart is whole

She will cry happy tears because her long lost child’s soul is complete

She will cry happy tears because her long lost child is finally home

On that day she will welcome them home with open arms

Her long lost child with a body made of earth, made of ocean, & made of sky

The land and the sea she calls to me her long lost child home but I will answer her

I will answer her because one day I will know how to speak her tongue

I will cry tears of joy because I do know my traditions, language, culture, spirituality, heritage, & customs  

I cry tears of joy because I do know my cultural identity

I will cry tears of joy because my celestial and stellar dragon heart is whole

I will cry tears of joy because my divine and heavenly phoenix soul is complete

I will cry tears of joy because I am healed

I will cry tears of joy because I am finally home

#native artist #native art #indigenous #indigenous artist #indigenous writer #poetry #slam poets on tumblr #spoken word poetry #spoken poetry #indigenous creator

[3-feet-high-and-rising]

#kinsale drake #kinsale hueston #indigenous #poet #u

[agirlinachevy]

losing my religion

i say oh my god but who is my god when i've nothing left to believe in

when i get down on my knees i smell frankincense and homelie

at what point did they steal our fire to light their vigils and votives

my church keeps its pews in a circle we are cleansed by the smoke and the precious water is for drinking

wearing white only attracts filth to those of us really living

all of this i know and yet my hands only remember how to rest in a prayer

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[importantwomensbirthdays]

Natalie Diaz

Natalie Diaz was born in 1978 in Needles, California. Diaz's poetry deals with her own experience growing up on an Indian reservation and the issues facing Native Americans. Her debut poetry collection, When My Brother Was an Azetc, was published in 2012 and won the American Book Award. Her poetry collection Postcolonial Love Poem won the 2021 Pulitzer Prize in Poetry and was a finalist for the 2020 National Book Award. Diaz has received numerous other honors, including a MacArthur Fellowship and the Nimrod/Hardman Pablo Neruda Prize for Poetry.

#native american #indigenous #native americans #writers #poets #poetry #native writers #mojave #american indian #Youtube

[wapat]

Trying to understand the modern NDN

I show up to a party that's ahead of me by 3 days. It smells like piss and spilled coolers. There's 6 NDN's in there when I show up. The only source illuminating the space is the light above the oven. All the curtains closed as if trying to hide the shame of what is going on, the speaker so loud its drowning out the thoughts of how life is going for your people. Out of the 6, 4 are passed out. 2 are somewhat coherent- one keeps looking around with a 1000 yard stare, in the deepest part of the eyes you can see the spirit that can't make sense of what's going on. The other is babbling nonsense to the air "no you're crazy... hahaha.... they said they would be back, they said.". I grab the quarter bottle, probably belonged to one of those passed out. I take my first drink of a 4 dayer, because misery loves company.

How does a native cope with active colonialism? You get caught between wanting to fight like hell for what's right, or giving up entirely. Most choose the latter- getting into blind addiction, not wanting to think, not wanting to feel. Mistaking it for warmth and comfort from a harsh, arrogant, ignorant world. When in reality it just makes you numb. Easiest way to cope instead of fighting. I don't discriminate for those fighting addiction, I may not understand exactly what they are going through, but hey- me too. A moment of bliss or blacking out for 3 days feels better than being hurt or angry at the world for even a minute. Because in essence we don't want that for the world right? We want to love. We want to change things. We know what's best. That fight is in us, but that hope can be far from reach. Sometimes when we can't fight the system built to destroy us, we tear down our own brothers and sisters. Mocking them for being able to handle colonialism and actively stepping up, bettering themselves as individuals. It's like we look at their success as our failure. We don't look at it as building capacity within ourselves. Just another fucking way to show colonization is winning.

(Written 2020, crossed out 2023) I remember driving in my hometown, Bella Coola Valley. For work I went up Valley, to Stuix (Stuie on Canadian maps). On the drive I was talking to my fellow cousins (no relation). "Fucking white people" was repeated while driving by occupied houses sitting on unused farmland. The open fields dwarfed the 3 story houses that would put the local band office to shame. "Just sickens me, 2 of these properties are bigger than one of our reserves". "Welcome to tweedsmuir lodge" stands at the entrance of my ancestral inheritance. Some of these families up valley have been here for generations. Like for sure they oppressed mine kind of thing. Sure no one is at fault today. But they get to enjoy the spoils of what has happened? Fucking pricks. At the most there are 4 families living in one household on my reserve while there are fields of unused land. What are they doing to alleviate the injustices of past mistakes? Maybe once they do that I'll stop saying "fucking white people". Until then I have a right to my anger, my hatred, my hurt.

(2023) No. There is a better way to move forward than complete hatred- A reasonable amount of anger is a given. Healing takes both sides, and creator knows we are trying to show up. Against all odds, we are trying ❤️

-Wapat (flowers in his hands)

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[forever70s]

Joy Harjo (1975)

#joy harjo #poet #writer #1975 #indigenous #muscogee

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

“Wherever we go, needs feed and I find it harder and harder to / believe benevolence is the thing Thousands of Yazidi girls // missing and plastic fills the ocean’s mouth and the cursive of / yr name still occupies the canopy of my throat Fuel, the under- // pinning What fires your gd engine Rigor, mortis Cold as / unmoving or unmoved The opposite of music Warm in the // cold universe Molten, forming A rock becoming magma / becoming lava becoming land Land, the trauma of lava Lava // the lamp of the ancestors and later a cheeky find in the Junk / shop”

Reblog for a larger sample size!

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[spaceysoupy]

It’s settler Saturday and the first day of Disability pride month

Help a plural, disabled, Indigenous system afford necessities and flee their abusive family (its us we’re the system)

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[byronicist]

"Sometimes you lose something so big, so immeasurable, that bearing your grief requires an act just as complicated and unfathomable as that loss."

Deborah Miranda, When Coyote Knocks on the Door (2021)

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[rs-hawk]

Do you have any native folklore you’ve always wanted to write about? I can say I’m educated enough on the topic to offer ideas, but I do love to hear others passions

I have a lot of ideas. Lol. I’m sure you’ve seen but I always love hearing more ideas too! The only ones that I won’t write about are Sk1nw@lk3rs and W3nd1g0s. Don’t even like spelling them out. Feel free to ask me to write about whatever Indigenous monster/folklore/story you’d like to read

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