Poetry – Page 6 – Reclaim the Warrior

The Unfavourable Indian

Swallowed up on the soil of my ancestors There is a thirst For red land That no red man Can

She stirs the soup, hand swirling wooden spoon. Focused flicking wrist. Can’t afford to let anything stick. It must stick

I filmed this video at the beginning of April but the journey has been long and hard in order to