John Parsons

Rookie (9 May 1993 / Bedford, Texas)

Ancestors - Poem by John Parsons

I sit on a luxurious leather couch
It is smooth, but the material
Is essentially rough.

It has adapted
To humanity's needs
Much like how I've

Changed my energy,
But not my essence
To get along with the world here.

Like my Cherokee and Comanche
Ancestors. They had to survive a foreign
Culture trying to eradicate their own with plagues, guns

And everything else
In an executioner's bag.

For me, though
It's not an American settler I have to resist,
It is the narrow-minded.

(15 June 2008)
(Justin, Texas

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  • (6/23/2008 9:10:00 AM)


    the cries of the land
    can hear your words
    for you speak the truth in words
    and they can say nothing

    blood form the land and we treat it like nothing
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 15, 2008



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