No One Here To Hear
A life becomes fictionalized,
movies and TV shows plagiarize our truth.
A tree fell in the forest,
that particular forest was crowded,
yet its fall went unnoticed;
we were all looking away,
were plugged into some other reality.
Tribal people know how to relate
to their ongoing stories,
to their growing roots.
A tribe is not a village
not an ancestral tree,
it’s a commonality with a few trivial things
that mean much.
Together we overhear
what we hold dear.
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