Tell Me What You Think You Know
Tell me what you think you know.
Do you think I am pretty enough for you not to wander?
Have I added to your life enough to reminisce in the moment?
Or does your past still haunt you as it does me?
Does my opposition trigger everything you thought you knew?
How does one deal?
Do you fantasize ideas of who you want me to become? Does my
ideology scare you?
Does my child like wonder intrigue you? Is that just fascination?
Am I a prize or am I valued? Does my questions poke at
your ego?
Do you like chasing ghosts? I am invisible in comparison to your
past. I don’t compete.
Does my white skin challenge the narrative of what a Native “should
look like?” Don’t I deserve to be seen? To have my own way of living without
the fear of losing what already has been taken away from me and my history?
Does my perspective provoke curiosity or judgement? How does
one decipher?
Tell me what you think you know. Do you want to explore or
project?
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