Since I moved to the city and lost my in-person ties to the culture that was a part of my childhood, I've been grappling with my identity and place in the world and my community as a person who is both Native (Cherokee and Apache) and White. Native American Heritage Day seemed like an appropriate time to open up about that struggle. Here's a poem I've been sitting on that I'm still not 100% sure I want to be sharing, honestly, but here goes.
I am Native, I am White
As much as I am Native
I am also White
And I cannot deny
That White blood
Flows in my veins
As much as Cherokee
As much as Apache.
As much as I was raised with Blackfeet traditions,
I was raised with White Man’s ones.
Only how can I reconcile
That one part of me
Has done so much harm
To the other:
Broken treaties
Broken Bodies
Broken Lives
Children Ripped from parents
Sent to boarding schools
Where cultures and languages
I love were stamped out.
Trail of Tears.
Blood percentages are a weapon of colonization
But if I am wholly Native
Then I am wholly White
And wholly responsible
For the privilege
Biases, and violence therein
I am wholly Native
I am wholly White
I do not see myself at peace
I see myself ripping apart
The structures within myself
That have enabled generations of violence
And then turning that fervent
Energy outward
As much as I am Native
I am also White
And I will apply the energy of two Peoples
To ending the violence
That has endured for generations
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