Solidarity Poetry. Idle No More by Melissa Fry Beasley

Solidarity Poetry. Idle No More by Melissa Fry Beasley

Solidarity Poetry. Today, enjoy two poems by the Cherokee mixed blood poet Melissa Fry Beasley: Idle No More and Pale and Small. Have a nice Monday, Yareah readers!

Solidarity Poetry. This poem is written in Honor of and about the current movement begun in Canada, that is now inspiring the solidarity of Indigenous Peoples around the world!! Melissa has been lucky enough to participate in some of their local flashmob round dances. Please, check into Idle No More and see if there are events in your area or other ways you can help! It’s a good cause.

Solidarity Poetry. Idle No More by Melissa Fry Beasley

Melissa Fry Beasley

Idle No More

Drumbeats echo

Out of The Forks and beyond

Winter’s placid surface

Broken by

Rivers of protest

Gathering strength

Immaculately unapologetic

No longer invisible

No longer out of sight and mind

Stakes higher

When something so ethereal

Might be revolution

Catalyst of change

3rd world 1st Nations

Feel unprecedented urgency

For change now

No small achievement

Differences between pictures

Red and white

With rebel passion

Decades of committed Dancers

Singers Warriors

Interpreting Tradition and Truth

Our beautiful Indigenous people rising

Bright, bold like the sun

Or angel phoenix

We are standing

Showing the power we have

This fire spreading

Unexpected offering

Gift of such pride

Knowing our children are watching.


Pale and Small was written by Melissa about dancing with her Grandmother at all the powwows they would go to together. She was Lillie Stover. (Southern Cloth)… With her was always a “good place”!

Pale and Small

She stood pale and small

Against the night sky

Silently watching behind the full skirts of her Grandmother.

She stood observing all the magic and metamorphosis she could dream of.

“The drum is like a heartbeat,

Heartbeat of the people”

She hears Grandmother telling her.

She watches

As the men become eagles

Take flight.

She sees hunters stalking

Carefully looks on

As even the grasses merrily dance.

Her heart thumps excitedly as Grandmother grabs shawl,

Heads into the circle.

Slows and turns saying, “you coming?”

She danced small and pale against the night sky

Making big circles, hand in hand.

Feeling each beat of the drum

Resonating and vibrating deep,

Down into her tiny bones.

She wondered how long a beautiful moment might last.

She wanted to dance right into tomorrow.

Dance right into next week.

Right into forever.

Solidarity Poetry. Idle No More by Melissa Fry Beasley

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Melissa Fry Beasley is a Humanistic poet of Cherokee origin, who resides in Oklahoma . Through the written and spoken word, she examines the gap between the ideal and the reality involved in living in the world during this time. Her work is both personal and subjective, yet she does not turn aside from the political and social issues of her environment. She is a woman who seeks to express her individual perspective and needs while accepting the diversity involved in questions of gender, race and culture. Melissa believes that change is necessary and deploys her writing to reflect her personal experience in the wider social and political context. You can find her work in print and online in Indian Country Today Media Network, Native News Today, The Native American Encyclopedia, FirstPeople.Us, Working Effectively With Aboriginal People, Churn Magazine, Big River Poetry Review, Enhance Magazine, A&U Magazine, and many others. She has two chapbooks forthcoming. " When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator." Mahatma Gandhi " They won't break me because the desire for freedom, and the freedom of the people, is in my heart. The day will dawn when all the people of will have the desire for freedom to show. It is then that we will see the rising of the moon." Bobby Sands

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