Poem: Meth

I said I would post a poem that I had written about meth and the Native American people when I posted the story about a Native woman recalls struggle against meth. I wrote this poem last Fall. I was reading stories on meth and felt terribly sad, angry and hurt. I was reading stories probably on Indianz and the stories fueled my poem and this prayer that I have written here...

Meth

9-21-2007

An oppressed people can not be free,
Under TV,
Dreary walls,
Drugs,
I can see how it hurts,
To be Native American,
The terrible weight and burden on your shoulders,
Who will walk you through this life?
Who will assist you?
The media doesn’t assist you,
The schools don’t assist you,
The government doesn’t assist you,
Restitutions yet to be received,
You all are so eager to receive,
So eager to heal,
Yet you are hiding,
And shaking under a dim light,
I can smell the drugs from here,
It all encircles me,
It fumes me,
Makes me mad,
But I know my anger can be transformed into a powerful force,
This force is greater than any donation by any charity,
It is love in its highest,
It is healing,
I want you to open your hands,
To receive the gifts that are coming to you,
You are the most deserving people of these times,
Your gift is who you are,
This is the healing we must bring to the Earth now,
I will come to your homes and hold your hands,
I will come to your communities and heal the wounds,
I am tired of my heart hurting each time you are crying,
I can hear you,
Please open your hands,
Your life,
You way of being,
Is a gift,
The world will see your strength,
Your beauty,
Together,
We can lift this heavy burden,
We can lift oppression of a people who’s hearts for too long have been wounded,
The dark brown and heavy smog will no more be yours,
You will see clearly,
You will heal,
The Native American population will heal the wounds of centuries.