You Say OCCUPY, I Say UMMM…

your occupation is nothing new,

you’ve been occupying since 1492.

so now that you’ve found something to occupy you
answer this, zhaaganaasheg*, who’s occupying who?

native roots of resistance are deeper than the streets,
and aren’t fed by the marginal soil these movements give us,
what keeps us comes from within, direct line to the deep heart
of us, power comes from the land, not these castles of sand.

if we expected the white middle class to struggle on our behalf,
and turn their organizational ship 180 degrees toward decolonization,
we might as well just ask them to turn that ship
right back to europe but hey, at this point,

that’s like asking someone who shit all over your livingroom
to just leave, instead of telling them to clean up the mess that’s left.
and down on wall street, bay street, main street we the 99%
saw the 1% step on this turtle’s back and call their own what can’t be owned,
and it’s at that point the games began.

not when they started foreclosing your homes cos believe me,
they already foreclosed ours and that’s exactly what keeps making it possible
for them to pull the same moves, what they did to us, they’re doing to you.

you say you want a revolution…

but the game won’t end if the rules stay the same, and the number one rule is
“ssssshhhh…don’t talk about revolution too loud..the Indians will hear you..”
because we have thoughts of revolution too, and they don’t involve any further occupations,

cos we have dreams beyond colonization. but you don’t want to hear about that.
so this is not our movement, and the roots of biskaabiiyang* go miles further down
than today’s pounding of feet on pavements, whose streets, our streets, the words
jarred my nish ears and jammed my nish heart, whose streets indeed.

so stay out in the streets, fight the power and keep it real
this ain’t a call to pull back or a bid for inclusion
but a revolution turning a blind eye to genocide is a revolutionary illusion
so fuck white power on wall street, and the border pigs too
cos the earth and her movements are gonna get you.

your occupation is nothing new,
you’ve been occupying since 1492.
so now that you’ve found something to occupy you
answer this, zhaaganaasheg*, who’s occupying who?

By Jen Emm, from POOR Magazine/Prensa POBRE. To contact Jen Emm email her at indigenouscollective@gmail.com. Artwork by Erin Marie Konsmo of Toronto, Canada.

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One response to “You Say OCCUPY, I Say UMMM…

  1. Loved it! Wish I’d written it. Fist up.

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