Chief Little

He says: I want u to know the truth. I haven’t stopped loving you. In my lonely sadness, I just want to scream. Go out running and ask, What has become of your life? I will always remember us. And now that your not at my side, there's nothing left to confess. These things I can no longer take. I'm hating you without hate. Hurting everyday. Breathing through the wounds that you made.

How dare you tell me
You haven’t stopped
Loving me
You want me
to know the truth

My jaw clenches so tightly
at the sight of those words
I can feel the enamel of my
teeth start to chip away
from the grinding remarks
that are digging their way
through my tongue
burning so full of spice
that tears are pouring out
of my eyes

Fury paints my face
better than any Indian
you have ever seen

My tomahawk is sharp
and ready to scalp those fine
hair-brained thoughts
from your fucked up little head

You want to scream?
I’ve got a thousand war cries
buried in this life,
that I built with you
A no man’s land dream…
that we couldn’t catch
No matter how many threads
We used beaded in your
silver tongued charm

Now that I am not
galloping along your side
Catching arrows
Defending our homestead
You fill with remorse
and address me by saying
there’s nothing to confess
No shame

You are the chief
with betrayal adorned
as a colorful headdress

You can no longer take
foul medicines you prescribed
to feverish masses
who continued to come for more
offering their money, their lives
even becoming your w***e
Excuses their Trojan disguise

You cannot believe, conceive
without your Indian princess

This is your tribe
sick from social diseases
bought to you by the white
needs of man…

If you’re still breathing
through your wounds
they were not deep enough

In the darkness by the
rabbit’s moonlight
when you see him running
through the sky
I will come to you
and relieve you from
what you cannot
face

Reviews

[Ron]

I was going to navigate away from this when I saw the theme was about young love but I am so glad I didn't. Lola's Indian whirlwind blew me away. I wonered if Lola was a reservation lass in real life; so keen were her Red Indian metaphors and images. Made me think what a great stalker she would make with such glorious vengefulness and Indian tracking skills. Even at the "F" word I hardly winced. I don't think Lola ever needs to use it, in truth, as her non swear words are so much more powerful and revealing. The revenge is mouthwatering in this work. If I was in HIS position not only would I have kept my mouth shut but I would have emigrated to Mexico!!!!

[Robin]

powerful and passionate

[Ed Hart]

you keep shooting...i'll load for you

[Budd Black]

excellent use of metaphor. Love the descriptiveness. Heck, I am mad at him too.

[Jibey]

This is written with passion and anger... The image of the chief and the tomahawk works well... as do the grinding teeth, the foul medicines, the moonlight rabbit... and the final menace of the scalped face... Powerful stuff..