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- Lori Piestewa
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Brown skin. Black hair. Dark eyes.
You were proud to be an American soldier
and died fighting a white man's dubious war
with people
with brown skin, black hair, and dark eyes.
Two children.
Too young.
Of three cultures: Hopi, Hispanic, North American.
A woman, dying in combat.
A woman, so full of spirit.
It gets complicated.
But your pride was as real and as vivid
as a corn seedling
breaking through the earth.
You were fighting, and you died, for us.
All of us.
The war you died in
may diminish under the scrutiny of time
but you
yourself
are beautiful and clear.
Goodbye Lori.
Goodbye.
Brown skin. Black hair. Dark eyes.
You were proud to be an American soldier
and died fighting a white man's dubious war
with people
with brown skin, black hair, and dark eyes.
Two children.
Too young.
Of three cultures: Hopi, Hispanic, North American.
A woman, dying in combat.
A woman, so full of spirit.
It gets complicated.
But your pride was as real and as vivid
as a corn seedling
breaking through the earth.
You were fighting, and you died, for us.
All of us.
The war you died in
may diminish under the scrutiny of time
but you
yourself
are beautiful and clear.
Goodbye Lori.
Goodbye.
- COMMENTS
4 Comments
KOLKOREabout 15 years agoYou knocked on my heart
It opens the heart and even as it hurts you know that we need poems like this one - to open our hearts and to bring us as close as we could to those whose hands we could never shake; shoulders arms which could never be hugged.
Anonymousabout 18 years agoSorry for my ignorance
I loved your work. Too much. My English is poor but I can feel that you are a great writer.
