Tureygua Inaru
Tureygua Inaru Poems
I was born of pain
from the moment my mother's screams
reverberated across whiteness
and she pushed me into this world.
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When I think about Love
(and by 'Love', I mean You)
my heart is filled with questions.
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I didn't know what time it was or where you were. There was no dramatic empty room, no lone clock on the wall, ticking in tandem with my broken heart.
I was at the dining room table. I guess I fell asleep doing homework. I scrambled for my glasses; I get scared when I can't see. Is it 5am or 5pm? My smartphone says 5pm. I am a ghost of the modern age. I am an infant encircled by ravenous wolves. I am nothing but pure potential, hugged by a baby blue blanket. I cannot see whether the wolves are my friends. I laugh. I smile. They do not eat me.
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It will be the death of me.
When they say 'She's American'
my heartbeat flickers like a dying lightbulb
a light someone turned on
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I used to read all of your poems
but you don't write about me anymore.
Before you left
you gave me your eyes. You popped them out
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That peculiar musk on your hipster flannel…
marijuana: recreational, mixed with depression: clinical.
The aroma clings to your skin
as I undress your body
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Between a four-cornered sunset
I made my pillow
I slept a long time
and woke up in cold ice
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Mother, Mom
half of my heart will always be missing, the part that belonged
to you.
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Though quantum physics may object
I regard you as more
than a tiny burst of light
dashing across my persistent memory.
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Tureygua Inaru Biography
Tureygua Inaru is a co-writer of INDIGENOUS (No Peeking Theatre) , Love Is In The Air (Free Spirit) , and Found A Proverb (Poets' Choice) . Her poetry has featured in the Nine Cloud Journal Series (Vijay R. Nathan) , Leonardo (CNMCC) , NonBinary Review (Zoetic Press) , Vagabonds (Weasel Press) , and the online magazines Untenured, Humans Of The World, Oddball, and Rigorous.)
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Being Weird
I was born of pain
from the moment my mother's screams
reverberated across whiteness
and she pushed me into this world.
No—I lied.
The legends say that my progenitor
reaped what she sought soundlessly…
that she lay down in a lonely wheat field
and made me exist
as silent tears seared across her eyes.
They used to say I was like her
with my set jaw, dead-fish stare
and weird habits.
As I spread my wings
they came at me with pitchforks
so I fled from town after town
before realizing
they could see my silhouette in the sky.
And like my mother
who, in later years,
thought the pain of procreation
afforded her cruelty
so in pain have I become pretentious.
Now they say I hold my weird chin too high.
I'm done trying to convince them
that I'm a noble savage.
My demons are enlightened.
I've built myself a temple of self-love
stronger than the songs of angry cannons.
I don't need Mom to tell me
I'm beautiful.
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Tureygua Inaru Quotes
My demons are enlightened.
I'll make you brown like me too.
I don't want to be an Indian on a reservation or a US-owned territory—I want to be me.
Everything hurts me because I'm listening.
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