AZ central poetry spot and Cloudthroat

I have a couple poems that have been published in the past couple weeks. One is ‘Raspberries do not blush in the sky,’ a poem written for Anna Mae Aquash and missing murdered Indigenous women. This poem is located on the AZcentral.com Poetry Spot page. 

Another two poems, ‘Rose Quartz,” and “Natives with Neural Activity,’ is located in the new issue of Cloudthroat online journal which an online publication aimed to publish Indigenous creativity and revolt. 

Both projects are founded and led by some talented poets pushing for narratives that may have been unheard or oppressed, I am grateful to be included in their poetry projects and publications ♥

Ahéhee’!

Amber M.

Redskirt

The mesa behind Grandma Cowboy’s house

 

Redthedog
Grandma Cowboy’s trusty dog, Red.

It leaves and returns

The day is hot and windy on top of this Mesa

Juniper trees pop up, sparse like hastiin faces

whiskers on chin and cheek

30 miles north I can see Navajo Mountain, to my right

Past the rusty pink canyons and untarred roads

Equal distance to my left is Black Mesa

A Mesa seen as skin to Diné

But paper greener than Matcha on a cold day

to all the Mr. Peabody’s in the Midwest

I hear cowbells in the distance

with old sheep moving it’s puffy chins

to make its presence known

Then grandma gets out of her truck

Alan Jackson stops playing on the radio

Her freshly permed Kinłachiini hair, Canadian tuxedo

and Shape up sketchers are made for this rez

She waltzes to a boarded shed

Dives her chocolate colored fingers

into lemon colored straw for their feast

I sit on top of the mesa

from here I can tell Shimásání

is pleased because the sheep

did not get lost in the canyons and have returned

The sheep take a moment to see the hay

and almost rumba like make their way

They were made for this rez

 

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Grandma’s sheep at the bottom of the canyon

♥The Chromatics- Runnin up that hill♥

What is a body?

Red Girl, Glittering World

What does it mean to inhabit this skin?

To the blue eyed beast

I am sin

 

To the “other”

MY other, red folx

I am the female rain in the desert

I am the gentle hummingbird levitating

I am the squash blossom blooming

I am the love of two Diné people

That met in phoenix

Returned north

And settled with a daughter and son

 

I am a red girl

Of the red house clan

Weeping from all the reaping

Of controlled colored bodies

 

Weeping for the raped bodies

Of our mothers, sisters, aunts, brothers, dads, uncles…

Weeping for the murdered bodies

Of our mothers, sisters, aunts, brothers, dads, uncles…

Weeping for the violence of all the colored bodies

 

Shipped from the coasts

of Africa to the so called

“new world”

That have perished in the slave castles

That have hid from Custer

Dwindled from dehydration

in the Sonoran desert

That have walked hundreds of miles

to Fort Sumner

And the thousands of Indigenous women

Still missing on Turtle Island

 

Fear from a body,

Where violence is the easiest agenda

To profit and control

“But that’s in the past”

They say

 

Policies, laws, limits

All fancy words for rules

For control

For entities to profit

 

In 100 years, we will read

About racist policies, laws,

a broken justice system

And say

“But that was in the past”

 

However, there will always be

New forms of controlled bodies

For profit

If we keep turning a blind eye

 

Apolitical for what?

 

To buy shit we don’t need

To drive to a job we hate everyday

To be disconnected from the land

To be separated from our loved ones

To be passive

To be reactive would be radioactive

 

But what do I know?

I’m just a red girl

Truth seeking

In this glittering world

 

-Amber M 

♥Erykah Badu- Telephone♥

Me and my tea

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How tea makes me feel, glowy and tough

It’s just me and my tea

Extra company, not misery

Formulates an herbal blend

Most times it will extend

And pause a quiet moment

 

Present, once again

I remember where I am

 

Chai

Oh, hi

Jasmine

My friend

Darjeeling

Makes me sing

Chamomile

Stay awhile

Navajo Tea

Wowee!

 

Your nature compels

And expels

Toxicities

With your herbal remedies

A kaleidoscope mist

Hovers my cup

 

Sweet, aromatic, flowers

Splashes of fruit

Encapsulates my taste buds

Then course through my blood

 

It’s just me

 and my tea

Enjoying each other’s company

 

♥Velvet Underground- Sunday Morning♥