Annotations for People: Mar-maria

[Reciting poetry] When you finally let me into your games, I was the Indian and you the cowboy. Yours were the newfangled pistols, the cherry's batch which authorized your kicks and punches. Yours were the bows and arrows you lent me because you didn't like to play the Indian.

We are powerful. We are doing things. We're really the ones, the women are shaping the community and keeping it alive and the structure of community alive. But we don't perceive our power and strength because there are a lot of ghosts between our powerful self and our self-image. [Reciting poetry] Come and cross over to this side of the ocean. But you are like I am. One more Indian destined to lose in the mortal game played in the wild west north of the Americas.