Ancestors in us, with us
Rooted to the strong, high
desert cedar trees,
I speak with a green sage tongue
where female words sparkle
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like shimmering summer
storm clouds,
like the shimmering eyes
of our brown grandmothers.
adindii, adindii, shining, shining...
(by Venaya Yazzie, 2020)
Such narrative as poetry by Indigenous people in the twentieth-century is the truth. We as Indigenous poets, writers, speakers are the artists who are helping to speak the real truth.
I am so happy to share such writing with you All.
Blessings,Venaya Yazzie
Eastern Dine' Nation,
Navajoland, USA
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