Tainted Waters
Water starved, I must drink for a foreign land, but I dream of the revival of my homeland’s flowing white waters. A strange tide consumes me, it’s self righteousness tainted
These are not my waters
Crimson of red
Like the war paint I once dread
Rebecca,
I’m told is who I am
Stripped of my native soul
My tongue I don’t know
Who am I?
The part of me
My mother birth
Has died
I’ve tried
To hold on
Who am I?
Pocahontas
Who is she?
Was she?
Ever
No
I’m Rebecca
Like any other name
That’s what I answer to
Powhatan
Wahunsenaca
Father
All mean the same thing
Amonute,
Matoaka,
Pocahontas
No, I mean Rebecca
Is just another name
Like “playful one”
But it is
Rebecca
I repeat in my head.
Rebecca, Rebecca, Rebecca
But it is not in my heart.
Was I Rebecca the day I fell in
Between the man named Smith
to sever the sentence of his utter destruction
To stop my fathers deadly blows?
Was Rebecca like a new shiny rifle
To stay in place for my ascending post and power?
Was Rebecca
Always who I was meant to meet
In my heart, mind and
Reflection?
I see the muddy waters of the English.
These are not my waters.
If Rebecca is just another name,
Then why does it hurt on my tongue to
Speak each syllable and make out the sounds of strangers
Who seek to destroy my native roots?
I do not step into these new roots; they won’t take hold
My body rejects it, my throat burns
From this fire water.
They don’t want to destroy my roots,
They want to make me feel like they never existed.
My heart song is louder
I am not their Christian trophy
In war drums I am louder
I am strung together in tightly wounded pieces like my people’s culture
Where is my voice?
Under the English suture and sword
We fight to keep our own voice.
These are not my waters,
But I will claim them
In my own rites
A rebirth in spirit
As my father had chided me as a child for being too rambunctious,
He calls me by any other name,
And yes, it all sounds the same
But I’ll repeat it, and own it
To recapture my home.

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A poem collaboration with the lovely writer and my friend Quinn Patrick
We decided to write about the historically significant and beautiful Pocahontas.
Please check out her work today, she has a brilliant and emotionally intense style that is very refreshing.


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