Pocahontas was forewarned.
Light ones were coming from a far off land.
Her destiny was intertwined with them, somehow.
Their ships had come to her in a sweat lodge vision.
This prophecy was different than most
It started out with a haze of deep hot pink,
A color she had not seen except in the tiny flowers
Pay attention, Dream Woman said. This is your destiny.
The instant she saw him, she recognized him as her forever man.
Momma was Nonoma, her daddy was Powhatan
Pocahontas married John Wolfe, a union not in fashion
Unheard of back then
Today quite common
Prejudice is defeated, um... well there's still a wee chasm
Liz Warren AKA Pocahontas
Extols med coverage for all of us
No middle-class tax says she
We will have to wait and see
"Methinks she speaks with fork'ed tongue!", said Gus
There goes Pochahontas bent.
Sent with flaming arrows.
All that anger's meant to vent.
Just for faming harrows.
Lost to others who were sent.
Darrring Blaming sparrows.
Cost of all who met their fate
sought for claiming parrows.
All that land was meant to be.
Tribes of mainly darrows.
Lost to others much more fit.
flagrant ignorant farrows.
Brought to wrecken what they did.
Trading Indian Marrow.
Welcomed family to their nest.
Blaten Christian Narrow.
All for honor to the West.
English broken Saroh.
Brought back daughter to the East.
England's married ferro
Host for others who would seek
dangerous paton barrows.
Tsenacommacah Queen to take her crown
to English ratten tarots.
Beloved by all who'd sheikh the name
of English Cotton-Keurro.
Forsaked by all who'd come to claim
her Pochahotas Buenos.
In an English Man's arms she was introduced to Christ; the young princess of Aztec.
Under the warmth of his breath she was told the story of the Manger.
She thought she understood the tale, completely.
Yes, so she thought.
For as long as the blue, flickering eyes of John Smith gnawed into hers, every tale became
Tales of Love.
She did not understand the philosophy
But she knew the very concept of Christmas, Love.
On her first Christmas, Pocahontas
Stood under a Maple tree on a misty mountain.
She gazed afar off into Virginia.
Her love had travelled to England.
Her maids loitered behind her.
Pocahontas missed the teaching session from the bible,
On her first Christmas.
And yet upon the mountain she stood contemplating Love,
The true significance of Christmas.
Even her first Christmas was lofty as it was divine;
The young princess of Aztec.
Momma was Nonoma, her daddy was Powhatan
Pocahontas married John Wolfe, a union not in fashion
Unheard of back then
Today quite common
Prejudice is defeated, um... well there's still a wee chasm
I see you. I feel like that's all I do anymore.
No words escape from my lips.
All I can think is "There she is"
My heart races a mile a minute.
I don't know whether I'm going to
jump for joy when I see your face or hide
in agony in a corner like a child on punishment.
All I know is that your beautiful.
I wish I could read your mind and
finally get these feelings understood.
I almost don't want to burst the bubble.
I'm afraid of the stench of the truth when it comes leaking out
like an old carton of milk.
I'd much rather watch you from afar and dream.
Black hair flowing down your back.
I never knew I would be this intrigued.
And there you are. And so am I.
I'm so confused about these sudden feelings.
I stare up at my ceiling thinking of you and hours transpire.
I wonder if I'll get crushed like a massive earthquake in Haiti.
But just the though of these feelings being consensual
scares the hell out of me. As long as I don't go forward
I will never know but boy am I enjoying fantasizing about
what I don't know. Just the pure curiosity makes me want
to dive into her like a kids first experience with snow. Pocahontas.
Is there anything to give you that you haven't had before?
all my wampum ,all my seashells,all my furs are on the floor
take these shiny pebbles with you ,they are rare and truly fine
I had kept them for the moment when I hoped to make you mine.
so you choose the distant vision of the strange and foreign shore
on the great ships you are leaving ,I will see you nevermore.
Pocahontas ,lovely maiden,you'll return some day to find
all you really ever needed you have left so far behind.
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