Pocahontas
I am Pocahontas
Warrior
Daughter
Wife to a white man
A white man who brought other white men to my home
Who set my home
My family
My friends
My winds
Aflame to the color red
Red like the apples we would eat
Red like the birds that would sing around me
The screams of my father could only be seen as one thing
Black
Black as the gunpowder the white men loaded their guns with
Black as hate
John smith found me
Smiling
Smiling with white eyes and teeth
White as the clouds that passed as I left my home
My village left
My people left
Without a proper burial
Those who lived, left with disease
The ring placed on my finger
Sharp rocks with value placed on them
Rocks from the land I once lived upon
Rocks that my father gave to the white men as a kind gesture
Sharp rocks
As sharp as the axe in my hand
As sharp as john smith's scream
The colors of the wind
Winds that carried me back home
Waiting
Waiting for the wind to paint me a picture of the past
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