I really don't Know
Jolee Skenandore. I'm intrigued by the prospect. But, my interactions with him are similar to that of missionaries. His ambitions of owning his own investment firm sends electricity through my body. But, my impression is that he is another dreamer lost in a paternal shadow.
Like my mother, I know what people should do with their lives. But the minor successes in my life don't really warrant any opinion. My judgment is biased. When I dare to instruct another in accomplishing something, I can't help but feel pretentious. But it's really hard to say "I don't know."
Hearing that another Oneida is accomplishing something, lifts the burdens from my soul. I look at Native misery as if I were behind plexi-glass seeing my mother getting robbed. I'm too close to the subject, but not the victim. I have expiriences with poverty and discrimination, but to say that I understand Native misery is pure folly. My identity is more similar to the Cosbies, I'm destined to be a Middle to Upper Middle Class Minority. Native issues affect me, but not in the same way as someone more engrossed in the Native community.
I accept who I am, and I don't let anyone close enough to arrive at the same conclusion. Love, romance, intimacy are all very wonderful, but I avoid them. Their pressence hasn't been substantial hitherto, and I've become accustomed to their absence. I don't think anything is promised to me. Therefore, when I work to attain something, I find the benefit in the means, not in the ends.
Jolee Skenandore, my empty desire could be your anesthetic.
Like my mother, I know what people should do with their lives. But the minor successes in my life don't really warrant any opinion. My judgment is biased. When I dare to instruct another in accomplishing something, I can't help but feel pretentious. But it's really hard to say "I don't know."
Hearing that another Oneida is accomplishing something, lifts the burdens from my soul. I look at Native misery as if I were behind plexi-glass seeing my mother getting robbed. I'm too close to the subject, but not the victim. I have expiriences with poverty and discrimination, but to say that I understand Native misery is pure folly. My identity is more similar to the Cosbies, I'm destined to be a Middle to Upper Middle Class Minority. Native issues affect me, but not in the same way as someone more engrossed in the Native community.
I accept who I am, and I don't let anyone close enough to arrive at the same conclusion. Love, romance, intimacy are all very wonderful, but I avoid them. Their pressence hasn't been substantial hitherto, and I've become accustomed to their absence. I don't think anything is promised to me. Therefore, when I work to attain something, I find the benefit in the means, not in the ends.
Jolee Skenandore, my empty desire could be your anesthetic.