Pocket Filled with Red

I'll wear a pocket filled with red,
my attire in black and white...
mostly stripes...
I never was a lost child.
but as a child I'd lost my way...
The spirits still guide.
By their rules I must abide.
To reinvent and create...
to meditate as I weave...
macrame of black & white stripes -
and pendants of mostly red.
Patriotic & Protesting
for true to our roots we are.
Red, White, Blue...
Black and Yellow.
Cardinal Directions...
Honoring reflections -
of messages told
by ancestral spirits on sacred lands.
Praying to the North,
South,
East,
West,
and some water to our Mother.
I'll wear my pocket filled with red...
the penca de nopal
adorning my forehead
a quite large green bindi...
with curly afro hair...
proudly don my crown -
The languages I speak
sharpen my Eagle beak
Silver tongue as I open up to speak!
Kindly, with compassion.
Mis polluelos y polluelas
no desamparen!
Do not give up!!
We will never be erased.
We fight for this land!
We fight for Our Culture!
Nuestra cultura.
Nuestras raices.
For when the narrow minded
'black & white' fool
begins to clown around...
out of my pocket -
filled with the Red
bandana -
replacing the rainbow butterflies...
They will ask why.
I'll tell them, do not cry.
For it is in you too - to don
from Your own pocket filled with red.
the color of the path
to which we each belong.
Do not put it over your eyes.
For we are not that easily blinded.
Don it on your head,
underlining your crown.
no fair frowning, little clown.
just be happy, and proud
to be Brown.
............
- Chevalterre Nabil ( KLRabstracts)
15 June 2014