my dna

my luminous body

and essence

my dna

my luminous body

and essence remembers

 

being rubbed out as a lesser being Confined to iron bars, reservations, plantations The hangman’s noose, beaten with a whip, under the gun, chained, burned in a pit, 25 cents a scalp, hunted in the woods, deserts, bayous and prairies, wrapped in my smallpox blanket, spoon fed crack and anthrax, forced to forget my tongue Dogs and horses commanded to chase me into a New World Order

 

this isn’t the first time

it’s happened before

 

i have been ground down to silica, chalk To oxygen, carbon, hydrogen then shape shifted into magma to stars

to magic and sorcery

 

in invocation

 

i am still here

i remember in my bones

i remember in the three worlds

i remember in the 7 Skies

i remember

yes i remember

 

this isn’t a poem

this is an account

flags of hate planted

flags of hate fed with the blood of the People

 

flags planted to break the Hoop to honor and elevate malady greed, hate, imbalance, fortification, division, war, genocide, annihilation

 

– Jolaoso Pretty Thunder, Yuba River, Late Summer 2017