Existence 

We are children

Waiting for elders

With true hunter gatherer souls

Though Our Fathers

Hold us tight

In patriarchal embrace

Leaving us rooted

Without nourishment

Only extraction

Of the wonderful spirit

In all its messy glory

That is our birth right

Here I practice

Maximum foraging returns

Riding house sits and lucky breaks

Caught in the gap between

Native & Settler

There is no sense to be made

In all of this

I exist regardless

I exist regardless

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