We Should Call Me Turtle Island

When I’m at Powwow and I see someone all hickied up

When my hand gets grease burned making frybread

When the arena and my moccs don’t get along

When I take my braids out after dancing

How most drum groups would describe themselves

On my way to Powwow and leaving my white friends at home

When a foodstand has corn soup

When I’m at Powwow and I bring all my food back to the bleachers

I sit there like:

After I eat too much frybread

When my boyfriend says he’s going to the casino to win us rent money