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Hybridity & Diasporic WritingCharlotte HenayThe Road to Letting Gowhen i first lit the sweetgrass i was lazysmudge bowl littered with leftover prayers and whispered conversationsmatches and ashit’s cold outside can’t see the base of the tree cushioning my falls from gracebriefly smoking ceremony protests reticencebegin anew speaks the wind in a language i do not rememberwhat to keep what to throw away strategic decisions made in ship holdscast aside decolonizing moves that pimp peoples in fetishized re-collections ofdesires re-settle re-inhabit re-package re-movetraces of indigeneousness the only good indiandis-appear in homo-gene-eye-ity my selfdetermination dis-engages with piecemeal cobbling of methodologies and alliances creeping up onyou in a rhetoric of in-collusiongive back my belief in this waste-land along with that moral rectitudein my hunger for the past i encounter my ancestors they name me strangerdecolonizing is an English wordinextricable bonds between means and ends ask mewhen have i ever felt safeimplications of both question and answer bear the stickiness ofmy insides draped across my head and through my hairhow will we recognize ourselves in this garb who will we become spittingimages of forced negotiations questioning the imposition ofcolonial histories on our communitiesmy mother’s specter rises from the ocean springing forth in a spray of turquoise and salt, eyes open.she is talking to me though i can’t hear her she is frustrated she can’t get my attention it’s importantwhy was i never a listener? i hear her voice calling me from the nether parts of the house when i amalone chaudy cha-u-ddddyyy chaaaaaaaudyyyy shoddymakeshift booty refusing to stay buried bodieshefted overboard intothe channelcan it be about mothers and not motheringthis taking apart of the pieces of my soul repair them make themwhole living into the storyis this how i am to rememberbridges scare me clench teeth squeeze eyes shutunnatural seeing spiritcalled to meet when we listen to youmy voice is not always my own70

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