for indian girls

May 15th, 2021

When you’re Potawatomi &

only learn about it in history books

for Indian girls

Some one sunburnt

flip flops in the distance

Shut up!

I’m trying to think & listen to

The original wave machine;

My lover asks why my sandals

Don’t slap noisily

I tell him years ago, my text book

Told me Native Americans walked

Silently, soft soled on forest floors

So I taught myself to do the same.

Now I know that what it meant

Walk earth gently

Move with grace