• Dominique Daye Hunter

I'm Tired but Still Indigenous as Fuck: Decolonization Fatigue


Dominique Daye Hunter (she/her/hers) lounges on a couch in a comfortable manner wearing a tee shirt and underwear.  She sits amongst a white blanket, orange pillow, and next to a coffee table with a cup of tea, Native jewelry and yellow flowers. Her mustard yellow teeshirt says "Give Me Space" with a cartoon of an astronaut.
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Today I'm grateful. Grateful yet exhausted.


I'm so grateful for all the work our First Nations community members and allies are doing to bring justice for residential school genocide. Yet, I'm so heartbroken for those #215 souls, for the estimated #104 more discovered in the last few days, for the elders who told us all these years yet their words fell on deaf white ears.


I'm so inspired by our Afro-Indigenous relatives and allies educating and holding relatives accountable for STILL excluding Black Natives and plus-sized Indigenous peoples from fashion and beauty campaigns which claim to represent us. Yet, I'm tired of seeing anti-Black comment after anti-Black comment by our own Indigenous people telling us that we don't matter, we don't belong, and that our Black Indigenous communities and tribes (like mine, Saponi and Nansemond, in the Southeast) don't even exist.


I share the passion with which our 2SLGBTQIA+ community members and allies fight against homophobic and transphobic vitriol which attacks our human relatives and our sacred waters by diverting attention away from 2SLGBTQIA+ mental health awareness and real water contamination on reservations and POC communities. Both of which kill our people everyday. I'm also beyond frustrated expecting certain "leaders"/influencers in our community to step up when they would prefer to protect cis-male heteronormative abuse of our relatives.


Today I'm tired. No. I'm exhausted.


So I'm going to do what my mother and aunties and grandma's taught me to do when we've done all we can for the time being, when we've fought and spread awareness but have exhausted our spiritual, mental, and physical energy. I am going to rest. I am going to return to Spirit. That may sound like the opposite of revolutionary. But these colonizers want us to burn out and fade away. So today, I choose rest.


I'll leave you with some poetry to keep the fire of revolution lit while I go stoke my own fire:



Dominique Daye Hunter (she/her/hers) lounges on a couch in a comfortable manner wearing a tee shirt and underwear.  She sits amongst a white blanket, orange pillow, and next to a coffee table with a cup of tea, Native jewelry and yellow flowers. She sits contemplating with her poetry notebook at her side.
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"Criminal Children "

Dedicated to the 215, 104, the rest who were lost in residential schools, those who survived the horrors, and all the other innocent children still in cages.


They’re at it again.

Putting brown children in cages

Gauging human worth based on imperialism and racism

Who would have thought?

That history would repeat itself?

That’s why we spoke so loud!

This isn’t just about

Politics: this policy that

This group complains then

That one

This is about the reality

The pain

Of little hands

Swollen and bruised

Inside steel cages

And iron handcuffs

That bind, imprison and separate us

Crying for their mothers

While we already have the answer

-Dominique Daye Hunter


Dominique Daye Hunter (she/her/hers) lounges on a couch in a comfortable manner wearing a tee shirt and underwear.  She leans her head against the back of the couch, sitting amongst a white blanket and an orange pillow.
Sweetmoon Photography

"Still Indigenous as Fuck"

Dedicated to our Afro-Indigenous relatives and anyone who's ever been told their not "Indigenous enough."


Yeah, my hair is kinky and curly

Wavy and thick

Just like the Buffalo

And I’m still Indigenous as fuck


Yeah, my melanin is deep

Copper or mocha

Both grown from this land

And that’s why I’m Indigenous as fuck


My hair is red or blonde or blue

From boxed products of expression

Or from an ancient United Nations or from r*pe

And I’m still Indigenous as fuck


My accent is familiar

To plazas and mountains and reserves

To New Yorkers to Chicanx to a Southern drawl

And I’m still Indigenous as fuck


My complexion is blessed

With freckles like stars upon the reflection of ocean voyages

With intentional markings that tie me to kin and place

And you better know I’m Indigenous as fuck


My prayers are raised high

to the ancestors and divine ones

To Jesus or to Satan

And I’m still Indigenous as fuck


I know how to chop wood and skin deer

I can’t cook for shit so I tell stories instead

I think with my heart and feel with my head

And I’m still Indigenous as fuck


I honor the old ways

And adapt to the new

And none of that shit

Makes me less Indigenous than you


Cause I’m Indigenous as fuck

I thought you knew.

-Dominique Daye Hunter


"Hold On"

Dedicated to our 2SLGBTQIA+ relatives who we've lost and those who still suffer from depression and mental illness due to the homophobia and transphobia of colonization.


Hold on to what is good

Even if it’s a handful of earth.

Hold on to what you believe,

Even if, like a tree, you stand by yourself.

Hold on to what you must do,

Even if it’s a long journey from here.

Hold on to your life,

Even if it’s easier to let go.

-Dominique Daye Hunter




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