Awakening Poem by Tureygua Inaru

Awakening

Rating: 5.0

Between a four-cornered sunset
I made my pillow
I slept a long time
and woke up in cold ice
woke up in a neversphere
Now my dreams resound starlights
clinging to that utopian fantasy
My body pushes along my own
inner meteorites
memories of debris
disposing of my own conditioning
retiring undignified trophies
Everything hurts me because I'm listening
Nuclear bombs in bright explosions
Truth and History carving their names
into the sky that scars like skin
I'm a high-flying bird
soaring relentlessly
above the pollution of white supremacy
decolonizing—though the gray smoke, twisty
grabs my ankles
missing me
and pulling down some of my people
forcing affection in Stockholm's shackles
Space is consuming our resisting entities
Everything hurts us
but it's only because, collectively
we're moving closer to the standing sun

Awakening
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
INDIGENOUS (No Peeking Theatre,2018) . Performed by Mowie Juaculla.
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