They say that “I am American,
You are my enemy.”
They do not see the goodness, intelligence,
And elegance of your stride through the trees.
It’s what they say that’s disheartening.
They would violate every nerve of your body,
And your spirit speaks to me:
I am not your opponent.
Through your green eyes, perfect face,
Your beauty is shallow,
Your mind, deep.
I see in that withdrawal of your expression,
In your live video lingerie pieces that do not,
Would not come off,
That at last I have found a friend,
An equal, a partner.
In your smile, I am somehow exotic,
I am somehow more powerful, magical.
And politics set aside, for what does it matter
if they are right, but it does if I am.
If you are wrong, you believe that I am just one of them;
I tell you that this is not so,
without hurting your essence.
You would not blow a distant kiss since you are a character in a book.
One day, while you were sitting with me in our fire camp,
You left and never believed me
And you and I never became us.
Days later, while tending to the crop,
News came to my ears
They won and your dignity was not spared;
Every nerve of your body exploded.
