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♥

Off the Page Workshop

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Hey folx! I’m doing a writing workshop Tuesday July 11th, 2017 at Wasted Ink Zine Distro from 7:00-9:30pm. The topic will be “Racialization of Indigenous womxn bodies.” Hour 1 will be the writing workshop then hour 2 will be open mic for participants. Hope you can make it! Please note: We STRONGLY encourage Indigenous participation but the workshop is inclusive for all. #racialization#indigenous#womxn#bodies#writingworkshop#safespace

Workshop: 7-8pm ($5-$10 sliding scale, no one will be turned away)
Open Mic: 8:30-9:30pm Free

For this month’s off the page, please join us in a writing workshop with the topic, “The Racialization of Indigenous womxn bodies.” This workshop will be a safe space for Native womxn to come to together to discuss Native bodies in the socially, political, cultural and historical sense and how are we as Indigenous bodies dependent on the systems that oppress us? We invite those to come with written material or to come with ideas upon writing a poem, short story, rant, manifesto, song, etc. about said topic. of We STRONGLY encourage this workshop for Indigenous folx but is inclusive for all. Thank you.

Amber McCrary is Diné zinester, feminist and writer. Born in Tuba City, AZ (Diné Bikeyah) and raised in the Bordertown of Flagstaff, AZ. In the small town of Flagstaff is where she discovered her love for Punk Rock and the Do it Yourself Culture. She enjoys many things in life such as fruit tarts, traveling, writing, sulking, gardening, eating, smashing the patriarchy and learning about cultures and her own. She received her Bachelors of Art in Political Science with a minor in American Indian Studies. She is the co-creator/co-editor of the (recently retired)Native American Feminist Musing Zines, Empower Yoself Before You Wreck Yoself Vol.1 and Vol.2, The Nizhoni Beat and Shik’is ShiHeart (My friend, heart). She is also the creator of DANG! Zine (Daydreaming, Awkward, Native, Girl) Vol. 1. She recently had enough money to reactivate her “blog” about Asdzą́ą́ stuff athttps://theasdzaabeat.com/ So, you can check that out, if ya want.

Wasted Ink Zine Distro’s “Off the Page” is a monthly spoken word workshop and open mic offering local Arizona poets, writers, and storytellers opportunities to create, present, and publish their work in a brave space. A brave space is grounded in self-awareness and those in that space place themselves in positions of vulnerability as a form of collective action. It is a commitment that our words be one of many doorways to larger community driven conversations.

Special thanks to the event creators Anastasia Freyermuth, Charissa Lucille, and Joy Young.

Questions? Concerns? Email us at WastedInkZineDistro@gmail.com!

Sun Shining on Water. Shonto.

Shontocanyon

We are the bright light reflecting off the water

We are the sun shining on the water

We are the water flowing through the canyons

We are the roads that get you home

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We are the canyon rims that create unheard echoes

We are the canyon rims that create echoes heard

We are the canyon walls that protected our ancestors from Custer

We are the canyons walls that ache for you to come home

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We are the canyons where animals only dwell

We are the canyons where our wells have dried

We are the canyons that have heard you cry

We are the canyons where homes have been crumbled

We are the canyons where we have seen many stumble

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Stumble into something

Stumble into everything

Stumble into heartache

Stumble into Mistakes

Stumble into dreams

Stumble in schemes

Stumbles into love

Stumble into hate

Stumble in fear

Stumble into truth

Stumble into lies

Stumble into cries

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We are the ones that have seen you.

-Amber M.

♥Cocteau Twins- Sugar Hiccup♥