Mohawk Riddles

by Maple Tree   Jul 9, 2018


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.

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  • 1 year ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Absolutely beautiful. All the very best to you

  • 1 year ago

    by Brenda

    This is just beautiful Andrea, loved it!

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