Poem - Dear Warrior

Dead Warrior

8-28-2007

I am running across the TV set,
Like a dumb Indian,
In my damn loin clothe,
That in this movie,
Was made in China,
Imported,
Exported,
I am lost on a TV set,
Running from scene to scene,
In a TV set world,
Where white privileged males in suits,
Laugh,
And point at me,
As I run across this TV set,
Pingeoned holed in a TV set,
They laugh and make their marks,
On their papers,
With their fine pens,
Checking off that I am defeated,
A dead warrior,
As I am shot,
Like the Cowboy and Indian tale on the TV set,
I am the dead warrior,
Perfect in braids,
Dark brown skin,
High cheek bones,
Stereotypical,
Laying dead in some grassy field,
Tapping the papers on the desk,
Shaking hands,
It’s a success,
The TV set is now off,
And I am another dead warrior!