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I AM A WOMAN.
I AM CREEK MARY,
POCAHANTAS,
SACAJEWEA.
I AM SHE THAT THEY HAVE
WRITTEN ABOUT,
SUNG PRAISES
FOR,
AND LAUDED AS A HEROINE,
AND YET MY SECRETS REMAIN BURIED DEEP
WITHIN
MY SOUL, WITHIN MY GRAVE.
WE ARE ALL THREE WOMEN,
HUMANS AT BEST
WHO THROUGH
SOME DESIGN
OR CIRCUMSTANCE, FOUND OURSELVES
IMMERSED IN A STORY, A
HISTORY YOU MIGHT
SAY, OF A PEOPLE SO STRONG AND BRAVE
THAT WE THE WOMEN
BECAME THE
SYMBOL OF THE PLIGHT, OF THE FIGHT
FOR SURVIVAL
IN THIS
WORLD FILLED WITH
FANATSY AND MYTH.
WE ARE THE WOMEN.
WE CRY, WE BLEED, WE MOURN.
WE CUT
OUR HAIR AND SCAR OUR
LEGS ... ALL THE WHILE WAITING FOR
THE NEW
FANTASIES TO BE BORN.
I'M NOT SOME WHORE OR YOUR CONCUBINE
THAT HISTORY WILL
ATTEST
WHO USED HER BODY IN WANTON
WAYS TO "SAVE HER PEOPLE."
I'M NOT
THAT STOIC PRINCESS
OF NOBLE BEARING AND BIRTH
WHO HAS STOOD BY SILENTLY,
FOR CENTURIES
WHILE YOU'VE RAPED AND KILLED
THIS EARTH ... AND MY
PEOPLE.
I'M NOT THAT MYSTIC PERSON THAT
DEE BROWN OR DISNEY WOULD
PRESENT.
THAT FANTASY IS OVER.. IT HAS
BEEN PUT TO REST
THE REAL WOMAN
HAS EMERGED.
AND FOR MY SISTERS OF YESTERDAY
MY ACTIONS TODAY WILL
BEGIN
TO CLEANSE THIS WORLD OF THE
INACCURACIES AND LIES
THAT HAVE
TRIED SO HARD TO MAKE
ME MORE THAN WHAT I REALLY AM ...
JUST A WOMAN
...
JUST A HUMAN BEING AT BEST.
