Me in the mid-90s, writing, singing, and screaming at/about America, imagining what it might have been like being on one of the ships that arrived first. It arrived just as we we finally, honestly started calling today something that honors the people we slaughtered instead of the slaughterers. Something that puts the focus on our bloody past in the hope that we'll learn from it, so that we might be even a little better than our ancestors. Songs keep teaching me. Anyone willing to face facts and learn, I'm with you.
SEASICK
Believe this as you convalesce
I'm seasick
I'm bleeding from open sores
Four days ago, you said soon that we'd hit shore
And finally
We've found this land
For all the gifts the people give
Bloody beaches and severed hands
Is what we return
I'm kind of nauseous
Either I don't like this
Or I'm still seasick
And I find it hard
I'm finding out
You're a liar again
No, I never said enough
You gave me what was never yours
You know what, I don't want it
We will rise
