indigenous poet

National Aboriginal Day is coming up soon (June 21) and I can’t wait to see all of you on here! Here are some suggestions for what you can post on this day:

1. Selfies / Photographs of yourself, whether it’s casual or in regalia or something else (sports uniform, cosplay, graduation cap and gown, etc)

2. Photographs of family events, ceremonies, powwows, celebrations, etc.

3. Video of powwows, celebrations, etc.

4. Photosets/gifsets about your favorite Indigenous / Aboriginal actors, writers, poets, artists, etc.

5. Poems, essays, songs, stories, or personal accounts about being Indigenous / Aboriginal

6. Art, drawings, paintings, mood boards, photomanipulation, any kind of visual media that inspires you. 

And more! This is a means of celebrating who we are and where we come from.

And of course, this means ALL Indigenous and Aboriginal people. We are all in this together. Let’s show them what we’re made of!

SUNDAY: Indigenous women poets, writers, and musicians explore the power of language, story, and song in today’s fight for environmental and cultural justice. With a focus on the Standing Rock Resistance, Words for Water is a call to action and awareness around protection of sacred sites, cultures and languages, and our water, air, and earth. Featuring Natalie Diaz, Jennifer Foerster, Joy Harjo, Toni Jensen, Layli Long Solider, Deborah Miranda, and Laura Ortman and contributions by Heid E. Erdrich and Louise Erdrich. Tickets at whitney.org. Can’t make it? We’ll be streaming the event live on our Facebook page.

[Photograph of Standing Rock by Natalie Diaz]

The Myth (Heid E. Erdrich)

Tell a child she is composed of parts
(her Ojibway quarters, her German half-heart)
she’ll find the existence of harpies easy
to swallow. Storybook children never come close
to her mix, but manticores make great uncles,
Sphinx a cousin she’ll allow, centaurs better to love
than boys—the horse part, at least, she can ride.
With a bestiary for a family album she’s proud.
Her heap of blankets, her garbage grin, prove
she’s descended of bears, her totem, it’s true.
And that German witch with the candy roof,
that was her ancestor too. If swans can rain
white rape from heaven, then what is a girl to do?
Believe her Indian eyes, her sly French smile,
her breast with its veins skim milk blue—
She is the myth that is true.