A poem on Thanksgiving
A poem on Thanksgiving
I was reading some Marie Annharte today. She is an Anishinabe storyteller, educator, activist, and kick-ass funny and poignant poet. I love the tone and the playful snark in her work.
Here is one from her book of poetry called Coyote Columbus Cafe (1994).
what does a poor coyote girl do?
I act choosy about what abuse
my clientele gets
I am the first one got Coyotisma
(dey all say dey ever met one)
if they don’t like dis talk
I do teas’em up to the climax
of my act but I am too damn direct
for the colonized coyote
poor oppressed critter
hey, you on the Columbus trip
even when I yell at them
I get the usual ho hum complaint
as Coyotrix I lie and trick
what does a poor coyote girl do?
sure I pose baffling questions
administer random coyote IQ tests
what is paler than stranger?
I warn you multiple answers possible
circle (a) the landlord comes around
first of the month to collect rent
wrong answer but don’t pick that one
please follow directions & circle choice
what about (c) a landlord of colour?
right answer is (d) I got my rights
(b)I am the landlord around here
how about solving the mystery
did I discover Columbus first?
it could happen in a Woody Allen movie
Columbus gives a squirmy spiel
I don’t know anybody on this
boat. Strong chance we won’t
make it to land.
The map I made shows the Indies
beyond the curve in the earth.
Most of the crew are already
around the bend.
Columbus did lack
cultural awareness
equity
affirmative action
political correctness
Monday, October 10, 2011