I shout
In dark
Midnight
3 o’clock
When
He tells me:
“I am an alcoholic, ”
And then:
“All Indians are alcoholic, ”
And has examples
Father
Mother
Sister
And more
And more
But I
Do not exchange this drunk
Not for a thousand brainless
Sobers
Tell this to him
Sherman Alexie
Tell him
Tell him
I’d rather be drunk
And able to shout
Shout my guts out
For my lost rights
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