Raven disused trickery
and relented to problem solving by screaming
nonsense across the sky.
The sporadic calls flew
out into nothingness.
The excursion left raven
sore and before long, the maneuver was repeated.
Raven felt like a misnomer,
associated only with being a fool.
It was torture to be considered in such a way.
As melancholia gripped her, Raven yearned to smite
those who laughed at her.
These people, raven would collect them and rough them up
until they pleaded for the totem to stop!
Raven shakes her head,
sadness heavy upon her brow.
She could never and she knew it.
There would be no satisfaction.
Only aggregated anger from years of division from
her peers and to be quite honest,
the separation stung a bit.
After all, she had collected the sun to give to all,
and they could only sneer at the gift like spoiled children.
Raven moved beyond it all with a powerful flap of her wings.
There was no revenge,
there was only here
About the Creator
Suge Acid Hawk
Been writing since I was a child. I am a Snohomish/Skykomish native. I have Dissociative Identity Disorder. I love doing anything creative and artistic. Tips are welcomed and encouraged ;). Support indigenous artists. ƛ̕ub ʔəsʔistəʔ
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