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Can’t Bleed No More

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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)

 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 “Female Indian” but had no story to tell…at the time.

The poem just came to me really late at night. I was thinking about the piece: the look she has, the missing hand, the abused nature of her arms, the naked torso. I did my best to capture the feel of what I do know of the plight of Native Americans, as well as the millions of others who have suffered severe oppression and hatred.