Can’t Bleed No More *updated

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You took my hand
You took my mate
I was used by all
Now just full of hate
Won’t bleed no more
Can’t bleed no more
I bleed for me
I bleed for my
 
I can not cry
No outside tears
I look away
While you destroy
I bleed for my
I bleed for me
I bleed for my
I bleed no more
 
You can not take
From me no more
You tore and rent
My soul is gone
I bleed for my
I bleed for my
I bleed for me
I bleed no more
 
Ground into the dark dirt
Ground into the mud
Ground down by the boot heels
Ground down in blood
 
Ground into the nothing
Ground into the sky
Ground down by the awful cries
Ground down in blood
 
You took my hand
You took my mate
I was used by all
Now just full of hate
Won’t bleed no more
Can’t bleed no more
Can’t bleed no more
Can’t bleed no more
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“Female Indian” (2006)    Artist: Sam Durant (c)

I did not expect the amount of commentary (on here and private conversations) that I have received on this poem/song lyrics.

Yes, song lyrics. While I was writing this, I heard EmmyLou Harris in my head singing this, her particular phrasing and voice was a part of this creation, so Thank You EmmyLou.

For those interested in how I create, I saw this work of art at The Bronx Museum.  I was going to be performing there, and I knew one of the things they liked was for the storyteller to find a piece of artwork that spoke to them, to tell in front of. I kept being drawn back to “Femail Indian” but had no story to tell…at the time.

I had this for awhile now. The poem just came to me really late at night when I was thinking about the piece: the look she has, the missing hand, the abused nature of her arms, the naked torso. I wrote from the picture, trying to capture the feel of what I do know of the plight of Native Americans, and how I feel about it. Every artist leaves something of himself or herself in the work they create.

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43 responses »

  1. relationships can be so inspiring, yet they can also be so destructive. You certainly have the power through your words to make us your reders feel whatever emotions you wish.

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  2. Shocking, painful ode to the nameless victim of the rape, torture, and massacre of a conquered nation. Unfortunately, this is a song that applies all too well throughout history and is currently replaying in countries across the world.

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  3. Wow, for someone who doesn’t write a lot of poetry, this is a powerful piece. It matches the photo well.
    One of the things that affects me in my deppressive times is seeing and hearing what people do to each other, both one on one and whole civilizations. You expressed this well.

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    • Hi Jill..it was just the mood I was in; kind of lazy right now (as I procrastinate some things). This was more music to me, so easier, and the photo connected it. the words just happened. Thank you.

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  4. Very nice. I envy those with the courage to reach deep enough to generate meaningful poetry. It is, in many ways, like jazz is for me: a perfect fusion of technical skills and free expression. Some day I may explore it. In the mean time I’ll continue to get enjoyment from others’. Thanks for this post.

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    • Hi Eric: thank you. Here’s a very funny synchronicity thing: I was JUST thinking of writing something later today from the idea “This is my father speaking.” I heard something on the radio while out that prompted that idea. Now, home…I have your email and your site: I’ve become my parents. Too weird how things work out sometimes. Thank you for the comments. I was actually hearing EmmyLou Harris in my head when i was writing the poem/lyrics.

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  5. The picture is captivating Stuart and then you brought it to life with your poignant words…..I’m an East Indian but our land was once taken captive and plundered too. But nothing compared to what the Native Americans went through……Your words are a powerful voice for them……

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  6. Absolutely amazing…..I felt and still feel the words…..the meaning I guess different for each individual…I know what it means to me …Thank you…As always…XOXOXO

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