Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Leta Marie

Leta toggles back and forth
Between reservation lies
And a white world,
Her world,
A world I'll never know.

Leta has her cities,
And I, the rez.
The home of my home,
Where my essence rests.
Leta's always had it
Slightly better than everyone else.

And she always tried to hide it,
Because Leta led us to believe
That her life was awful, yet,
What I've seen has never
Graced her eyes.

It wasn't so bad for Leta,
She was employed.

Leta dreams of a future
And lets it go.
Her mind is unable to
Maintain a focus on one thing.

And all the while, Leta
Is living it up and doing
Her own thing,
I wonder if I ever saunter
Into her thoughts,
The way she constantly does in mine.

May 13, 2005

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Leta Marie

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