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Some Indian women have
pale eyebrows even invisible ones preferring to show their strength in their jaws and their inner reserve. I hid my Indian-ness before I even knew who I was. I exchanged Marilyn Monroe bobs for my back long braids. The facts were simply not brought up. Only half doesn't account for much. Not worth mentioning. Fact was I was cheated. A married into the family relative was the one to tell me all about myself. Her name was Rose. She didn't do it quite directly. Everything in my family was indirect. She'd researched it. One side of the family tree. A paternal Great-Grandmother was a Full-blood. My other Grandmother was not the favorite daughter of her Mother. She always said to her. Little brown girl, you mind me now and stay out of the sun. Grandma never obeyed. Great Grandmother had a tongue so sharp it was rumored she could cut a chord of wood. Eileen her youngest always angered her. She didn't want her neighbors to know her secret. Grandmother was a full blooded fine French lady alright. Nothing more. Later I was to find out more about my Mother's side of the family how Grandpa's distant relation Caroline had Cree blood from Canada. I can only scratch my head. I want nothing from this. All I want to know is why? why the years of silence? Copyright June 13 2012 All Rights Reserved By Author All Poetry/Prose are the Legal Property of this Writer Melissa A Howells Meloo from her Tilt-a-World Vote for this poem |
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