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Only The Choice To Be

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Only The Choice To Be


borrowing
that's what the poor do
ownership has its drawbacks
sometimes I'd relish
the responsibility
a house
a cat
a yard to plant a garden
a place to belong in

I'm more like the prairie
holes to fill
and wide open spaces
and the wind passes through me

gone here are the family farms
and sloughs
and buffalo
most of it belongs to a big silent entity

I feel the miles accumulated inside of me
I see them
when I glance at my reflection

if I could be real
settle
be a true Indian
with choices to wander
or stake a claim

today I see
the poor sometimes
only have the choice to be
or not
(what choice is this?)



legal copyright for this poem March 6, 2019 1:05pm PST time date stamped
and also for this writer Melissa A. Howells and also for this legally copyrighted
SITE TITLE--MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD





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