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Apparently I am unable to finish one piece before starting another. This one is the three of cups art nouveau style of my partner and metamors cats.

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WIP
Apparently I am unable to finish one piece before starting another. This one is the three of cups art nouveau style of my partner and metamors cats.
WIP
Trying out a bit of an Art Nouveau style. My lovely cat companions are my models and I'm liking how it's turning out so far.
I've done a fair amount art over the years of friends companion animals but really wanted something of my two boys to hang up.
100%
I am a full person
One whole
Yet you quantify the liquid life that runs through my veins
Chop,
it,
in,
to,
bits,
searching for anyway to deny me
To say I am not enough
This percent from this place
That percent form over there
Is there enough white man to say you won.
You forget that blood does not segregate itself in my body.
It does not skip a generation.
It does not dilute the way you wish.
Every drop carries the joys of my ancestors
The stories,
Loves,
And future.
You may deny me your slips of paper in hopes our numbers dwindle
But by doing so I will merely become a stealth warrior amongst you.
Not constrained by the roles you want what you call my kind to follow.
Do not ask me "how much?"
How much of me stands with my people
How much of me will fight for them
How much will stand for the land and waters.
How much of them is in me
My answer will always be
100%
A short poem about what it feels like to be a mixed Indigenous person in a colonial world that sees "white" as the default setting.
Red
I hope you see me
All dressed in red
I wore it just for you
In case you are…
I won't say it out loud
I still hope you come back
In hopes your led home
Your thing I still can't pack
The porch light is on
The door painted red
As it might be the colour you see
I hate the thought you might be…
They said you ran off
The police stopped searching
But I stand on the steps waiting
I haven't stopped researching
Tears in my eyes
I made sure the fence has red
The front light is on
So you can visit if you really are…
Gone