Junior lives to different lives. He has to be the perfect, stereotypical Indian for his parents and the rest of the Indians on the reservation. Junior has to be the perfect little student during school for his friends. Even so, he is still judged for being an Indian or going to a “white” kid school. Here are some original poems that explain how we would feel in that situation.
Just MeTorn between two lives, Mine and everyone else’s expectations. They tell me who to be, How to dress, What to do. But I am me, Just regular old me. Not a perfect Indian, Not a perfect school boy, Maybe somewhere in between, But I’m no where near perfect, So stop expecting Me to be perfect. I am me Not you, Not perfect, Just me
Acceptingproud, what I am supposed to be ashamed, what I am I want to be accepted but instead I am mocked and taunted ridiculed my eyes never leave the ground and I end up hating myself filling to the brim with wishes about a better me useless can’t change the face that the mirror shows it’s mine
How do you think Junior would feel?
Any original poetry, or other poetry that fits the theme would be fantastic.
~Julia and Margaret