Day 329 – abandoned by the rez

Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Day 329
4:39 pm

abandoned by the rez

once was an old mattress made of devils’ feathers,
there to remind mothers why they never wanted
to have daughters, they may poke holes in their woes

housed amongst the walls who called for more
walls, brick inside of wood, under concrete and
dirty rotten police tape, brittle by their promises

a girl lay there alone one night, nestled in the noise of
siren’s wings, heavier than the spirit swiftly passing
from her body, the moment’s only possible grace

once followed the shadows made of salt and fire,
structure stained with the sweat of angry boys
and tears of fallen daughters, told to seal their lips

once more, their voices, collective and awakened
though they may be, are put to sleep, once on
the reservation, no one to argue with anymore

(r.i.p. Marquita Walking Eagle)


About traciakemi

traci akemi kato-kiriyama - inter/multi-disciplinary theatre/performance artist, arts educator, cultural worker, community organizer. Tuesday Night Project; theatre, performance, writing, and teaching projects with many organizations and artists including: zero 3; Edge of The World for Asian Arts Initiative in Philadelphia and the National Asian American Theatre Festival in New York; "PULL" with Kennedy Kabasares in San Francisco; Nobuko Miyamoto and Great Leap Collaboratory I; TeAda; NCRR; Oymun's 11. Playwright for "Chasing Dad - a performance of a reading about a play i'm writing" presented by Inside the Ford for the Ford's Summer Playwright series. View all posts by traciakemi

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