Editor’s note: This poem was inspired by Apaches and Angels, a tumblr blog by Douglas Miles portraying native culture.
Thank you for reading.
I hope I get this one wrong.
Visual indoctrination, brain st@mping. It’s real.
Lovely, we need more human Natives, preferably angry but most importantly: living.
Those NDN identity politicians are paid by the feds using pork policy.
Number & package Native bodies, rationed fractured identity. Mass frugality.
How does a Native body look in 2013 A.D.?
The WASP’s poison hibernates your mother & throws away your father.
Land O’ Lakes butter sitting on the bare countertop.
Native hands made mashed potatoes.
Choose your toppings.
Those “young people” prefer Frito-Lay & phone apps versus the butter.
That kneeling pretty face, she’s staring at me; offering Paula’s flavorful federally protected wicked Wampum of take. One handed traitor. When your mother doesn’t match the cover, O’ Land of Fakes, it’s more lemon on the opened skin endured growing up Native in America.
Native role models.
Made in China.
Her name, Stereohype.
Those swag hand-me-downs, we still thrive proudly in them. #Green was Red before “cool.” This is Native youth culture, live streaming & no filter. This isn’t a victim Olympics, Mills will tell you that.
Sir, the youth aren’t getting any younger. Younger elders then.
Q: Why did the Dineh watch the Lone Ranger?
A: To see their backyard on the screen.
Q: Why did you take all the copies of the sports page?
A: To see my older sister’s championship mug. Shero.
Artist hands smelling salts. Wake up, folks.
“We gotta stop tryna look like someone else except ourselves.” – DM “8 hours ago”
It’s our present recorded, Real Time Native Narratives.
Native talent already rose long ago & it still smells fabulous. Here’s the truth that’s making boardrooms & Diane Sawyer uncomfortable since America thought it had a conscience.
America swallowed Native youth & now they are full grown Athenas, born & bread in the womb of revolutionaries, thanks to Sir Miles. Native Ego is dangerous. DM isn’t avant-garde; he’s just sifting through the bullshit. You better censor him while you still think you can. He’s busy having fun.
Mr. Miles captures (no lasso, better tools) real live Natives, neither cover charge nor 3-D Ray Bans needed. Feel free to pop out the lens when you are ready, thou Proud Indigenous. We haven’t found the “young person” that’s been giving us a bad name … and we are still looking.