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I smell you here,
You are everywhere!
We learned, didn't we?
Sleight of hand,
Tricks of the trades
Of being just another Indian kid.
With lack of concern
For the stereotypical future
Practically handed to us,
We accepted, sadly.
Just another scent of Indian failure.
But the time is young.
Isn't it?
Weren't you here once before
Telling me it was all okay?
Everywhere I turn,
I can hear you,
I can feel you in the atmosphere,
But I know you're distinct.
You're not here, silly.
My mind is havoc.
My eyes are “rashed” from sadness,  
Not that you noticed the difference,
You were too busy
Turning my mind right side up,
Reeling around the thoughts
That would make the changes
That were unavoidable that turned
One world upright and another
Upside down.

I still haven't quite recovered from all that.

February 3, 2005
Suge



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