Mohawk Riddles

Riddles within cracks of pavement
are kept sacred within my mind.
finding comfort, I speak talent
while my tongue performs pirouettes.

Lodged within darkness they find me
burrowed in corners where earth meets sky,
tangled by years of confinement, judged
by interpretation; alone I spy.

Daisy chains wilt cross my neck
like a medal granted long ago,
they notice- only the beauty they cant see.
I'm forever fighting freedom to speak-

what they dont want to hear.