September 10, 2012
I live
15 miles away
From the city
From the rez

Over there
They call me apple
The say I'm not
"real indian"

Because I don't live there
Because my mom
Didn't 't want me
To grow up like her

Over here
I'm lost in the haze
I'm a face in the crowd

They don't want me there
They made this place theirs
I don't have the right
Not anymore

I don't know which is worse
The hate
Or being ignored

Or the hate
That I have for me
Welling up inside
I have to turn it inward
It's the only way to go.

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ChrisJ This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 14, 2012 at 4:31 pm
I feel really sad right now, but that just shows how great the piece is, so good job!
ajl245167 said...
Sept. 12, 2012 at 9:02 pm
Awww :( That's so sad. No one should be excluded, but that's reality, the cold world of reality...
ThatGuyOverThere replied...
Sept. 12, 2012 at 10:40 pm
Thanks so much. If you like it, please recommend it, and vote it up, so more people can see it.
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