Black River

All my family have gone and left
The lucky in cars, the rest in caskets
The waters that once cared for us so
Poisoned by the careless
Black River
Where have all your children gone
The trees are wilting
And I can’t hear your twilight song

Tainted Waters
Your neighbors flee
What can’t run from you
Is dying

Is there any way for us to be delivered
From a poisoned river

 

Oh to turn back the hands of time
To see my darling daughter’s face
To give me back what once was mine
I’d give anything

 

Black River
Where have all your children gone
The trees are wilting
And I can’t hear the twilight song

Tainted Waters
Your neighbors flee
What can’t run from you
Is dying

Is there anyway to be delivered
From a poisoned river

 

I cannot fight
I can barely stand
I wonder if they’ll even know
When the find me, who I am
I can’t go back
I have nothing left
Maybe my last breath
Will serve some sort of penance

Black River
The rest have gone
The trees are dead
Please hear my final song

Tainted Waters
Hear my plea
Warn the world
Let it end with me

If there’s a chance to be delivered
From a poisoned river

An Original by M. Caitlyn Green

Written in light of the recent events concerning our water purity and in support of #NoDapl. I support Standing Rock and Sacred Stone. Mni Wiconi!

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A Prayer: We’re Better Than This

Usually I find myself sharing poetry and simple thoughts here. Not today. Today something has to be said. Something more.

I’m no one special. A single mom, a writer, a massage therapist, a human being. I’m not extraordinary, I’m not a great leader. However I must speak in the best way I know how.

I’ve been following the #NoDapl protests since August. I watched live feed, as nations from around the world came together. I watched the ceremonies and live feeds as people prayed for peace. Prayed for our earth. Prayed for their ancestors to stand with them. To stand with what’s right. I have followed Myron Dewey, Sacred Stone Camp, and Dallas Goldtooth as time after time the water protectors were marginalized, and pushed out. I watched live as Shailene Woodley was arrested.

I watched yesterday, October 27th, as people were beaten, maced, and shot at. I shared as much as I could. I’ve donated my own money, the little I can spare. I’ve felt helpless watching my sisters and brothers. I’ve prayed, and prayed, and prayed some more.

My people, people of the world. We have to do better than this. We are better than this violence. These are unarmed, non violent, protectors. They stand in solidarity for the right to clean drinking water. The right to be considered when their land, their sacred sites, and their livelihoods are at stake. This is not a great and terrible request. It is a request to be seen as equals; as human beings; to be respected. The same right all people have.

My right to clean water is also at stake. I live in a small river town right on the Missouri river about 1000 miles downstream. When the Dakota Access pipeline spills, it will directly affect my family, my town, the barges, St. Louis, Kansas City, the farmers should the river flood it’s banks, the list goes on. What will we do then? How will we heal one of the largest rivers in North America once it’s been so badly marred?

How will I face my daughter and tell her our water isn’t safe to drink? How will I tell her I brought her into this world, only to leave her with this mess? What do I say when she asks why the police didn’t protect her and her water? We’re not at the site, but it still affects us. All of us. Every pipeline being laid affects us. Every new fracking well. Every time we pull natural gas and oil out for money, and forget our children. We lived for thousands of years without these things and we can again. We can’t live without water.

To the officers. I know you are in between a rock and a hard place. My family is full of military vets. I have cousins on the local force. I know you’re just taking orders. Let me ask you though, when you signed up to protect your community is this what you imagined? Many of you hundreds of miles from home, protecting a company? For what? Money? And when that pipeline busts and you are forced to reckon with the destruction it brings, will you be in those communities there and downstream? Will you help clean up that mess? Will you look us in the eye? Can you? Can you honestly tell me you believe in what you’re doing? What will you say to your children when they ask you?

Even if you support the pipeline, can you seriously stand behind the violence? Do you support the beating of old women and children? Is that the kind of police officer you wanted to be? I watched the live feed. The protectors had no weapons, they never have. The sheriffs can spit any lies they want, but I know the truth and so do you. You are better than this. Be better than this. You have the power to change this, to help those people and not hurt them.

“Understanding, and being Understood are both parts of Peace” – Unknown

If you can’t help the water protectors, at least stop hurting them. You know in your heart it’s wrong. I advise you to listen to their prayers in the morning, in the evening, and when they stand before you. Some of those prayers are for you. For your well being and for your protection. Does that sound like someone who wants to hurt you?

To my brothers and sisters at Sacred Stone Camp and the other camps. Stay strong. We are with you. Every day I pray for your safety and well being. I donate and I talk to anyone who will listen. I want to be there with you, and hopefully someday I will be. I love you. Thank you for protecting my family and my home. Thank you for standing with Mother Earth. Your strength and sacrifice are noticed and appreciated.

Love to you all. On both sides. See and act in the right way, in the good way.

Caitlyn

“Have courage, and be kind” – Cinderella

Disclaimer: I do not represent the Dakota Access Pipeline, the Water Protectors from the Sacred Stone Camp, it’s affiliates, Myron Dewey, or Dallas Goldtooth. All statements in this article are my own opinion as this is an Editorial piece.

Don’t Let Go

You were stolen from me long ago
And I stolen from you
Kept apart by wars and hate
Generations of blood and rage
Tears falling from our eyes
As we struggle to survive
In a world that’s done us wrong
And our hearts battered and torn

I love you and I refuse to let go
You’re a mirror image of my own heart
Please don’t let their ugly lies
Tear us again apart

They try to poison us every day
Mind Body and Soul
They know we’re weak if we’re apart
They feast on our breaking hearts
My pain matches your pain
In every little way
All for their selfish greed
Forget all the blood we bleed

I love you and I refuse to let go
You’re a mirror image of my own heart
Please don’t let their ugly lies
Tear us apart again

You are a part of me
I’ve searched for so long
The piece of me missing
Part of my heart was gone
Take my hand now
Don’t leave my side
I won’t leave you
Don’t listen to their lies

An Original By M. Caitlyn Green

The Hardest Thing I’ve Ever Done

I didn’t want to leave
I didn’t want to go
I didn’t want to leave you broken
On your knees
Begging me please don’t go
I didn’t want to leave
Leave you abandoned and alone
Just thought you ought to know
I didn’t want to go

What do you do when it’s broken
And there’s no way to make it right
We were living in a fantasy
Running on borrowed time
I held on as long as I could
I did my best to be strong
But how do you make it right
When it’s all going wrong?

I didn’t want to leave
I didn’t want to go
I didn’t want to leave you broken
On your knees
Begging me please don’t go
I didn’t want to leave
Leave you abandoned and alone
Just thought you ought to know
I didn’t want to go

I’m trying to hold to my principles
They’re all I seem to have left
Maybe I use them like walls to you
I think of them as rules instead
It’s hard when I see your face
Or hear your voice on the line
It’s hard not to remember all that we had
When you were all mine… All mine

I didn’t want to leave
I didn’t want to go
I didn’t want to leave you broken
On your knees
Begging me please don’t go
I didn’t want to leave
Leave you abandoned and alone
Just thought you ought to know
I didn’t want to go

Maybe this is selfish
To confess this all to you
I’m doing my best to let you go
I want you to be happy I do

I didn’t want to leave
I didn’t want to go
I didn’t want to leave you broken
On your knees
Begging me please don’t go
I didn’t want to leave
Leave you abandoned and alone
Just thought you ought to know
I didn’t want to go

An original piece by Mary Caitlyn Green

I Am a Native American Woman With White Privilege

This is very well put. I love things that make me rethink my own position in this life; articles that force me to broaden my perspective. This accomplishes it well.

Note from the author: This blog uses the term “white privilege.” The correct term is “white-passing privilege.” Please note that white-passing privilege is what I am referring to in this blog. 

First off, I think it’s important to say that I do not, and have not ever primarily identified as white. On my mother’s side, I’m Native American, enrolled in

ghostmy Tribe, and, to a large extent, raised in my culture. I was born on the reservation and lived on or near reservations for much of my life. Indigenous cultural signifiers are important to me – I love Coastal designs and canoes. I love to eat Salmon, attend gatherings, and socialize at potlatches or powwows. However, due to genetics (while both my grandparents on my mother’s side are Indigenous, my grandmother is light-skinned, and my grandfather, of mixed ancestry) it so happens that I am light. Like, really light. Light…

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To My Mama

Her eyes are wizened
She’s a little worn at the seams
She’s got laugh lines around her eyes
And she smells like apples, Dior and coffee

Her favorite color is pink
And she’s in love with Rome
She always brought the bright big world
Into our simple little home

She loves me when I’m angry
Holds me when I’m sad
Even all these years later
She just rolls her eyes and laughs
And I know you don’t believe me
But I tell you it’s true
Every thing I am Mama
Everything I owe to you

I remember story time
At least one before bed
Cookies at Christmas
And painting her nails red

Sometimes she smelt like ink
Always a camera in her hand
She was always my favorite artist
No one can capture moments like she can

She loves me when I’m angry
Holds me when I’m sad
Even all these years later
She just rolls her eyes and laughs
And I know you don’t believe me
But I tell you it’s true
Every thing I am Mama
Everything I owe to you

I’ve seen her break
I’ve seen her cry
And I’m ashamed to say
It was my fault a few times
But the strongest woman I know
Always rises to stand
With a whispered prayer to God
She bows her head and folds her hands

To you she might be average
An everyday beauty queen
But I’ll be Damned if that woman ain’t an Angel to me.

She loves me when I’m angry
Holds me when I’m sad
Even all these years later
She just rolls her eyes and laughs
And I know you don’t believe me
But I tell you it’s true
Every thing I am Mama
Everything I owe to you

An original by Mary Caitlyn Green
Edited 1/3/16

You will listen to me

A million voices chiming in
Trying to drown me out
All those who bow to the almighty dollar
Trying to hold me down

But you can’t hold me down!
Because I….

I speak for the voiceless
The silent
I speak for the Damned
And the Broken
And I know you won’t hear their plea
But you will listen to me
Yes you will listen to me

They steal our peace to blur our vision
Keeping us dumb and blind
Fruatration building, Enforcing division
Don’t listen to the convenient lie

But you can’t hold me down!
Because I….

I speak for the voiceless
The silent
I speak for the Damned
And the Broken
And I know you won’t hear their plea
But you will listen to me
Yes you will listen to me

Rise up my sisters,
Rise up my brothers,
Make them take notice, make them see
We are more than this nonsense
This manufactured violence
You mean so much more to me.

But you can’t hold me down!
Because I….

I speak for the voiceless
The silent
I speak for the Damned
And the Broken
And I know you won’t hear their plea
But you will listen to me
Yes you will listen to me