lundi 31 août 2009

I'm Nobody


My blood is mixed.
My mother was ungumpai picani, my father was habsoluca.
This mixture was not respected; as a small boy I was often left to myself.
So I spent many months stalking the Elk people, to prove i would soon become a good hunter.
One day finally, my Elk relatives took pity on me, and a young Elk gave his life to me.
With only my knife, I took his life.
As I was preparing to cut the meat white men came upon me, they were English soldiers.
I cut one with my knife but they hit me on the head, with a rifle.
All went black; my spirit seemed to leave me.
I was then taken east, in a cage.
I was taken to Toronto, then Philadelphia, and then to New York; and each time I arrived in another city, somehow the white man had moved all thier people there ahead of me.
Each new city contained the same white people as the last, and I could not understand how a whole city of people could be moved so quickly.
Eventually, I was taken on a ship across the great sea, over to England, and I was paraded before them like a captured animal, an exhibit.
So I mimicked them, imitating their ways, hoping they might lose interest in this young savage, but their interest only grew.
I was copying them so they placed me into the white mans school.
It was there that I discovered, in a book, the words that William Blake had written.
They were powerful words and they spoke to me.
So I made careful plans and eventually I escaped.
Once again I crossed the great ocean.
I saw many sad things as I made my way back to the lands of my people.
Once they realized who I was, the stories of my adventures angered them.
They called me a liar.
Xebachae-he who talks loud saying nothing.
Ridiculed by my own people, and I was left to wander the earth alone.
I am Nobody.

lundi 3 août 2009