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The Parts of Me Kept Secret

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

She'd researched it.
One side of the family tree.
A paternal Great-Grandmother was a

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
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Melissa A Howells   Meloo from her Tilt-a-World

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