Tis better I never reveal my history to thee, my daughter.
Here goes back to 2000.
My name is Maureen Roberts.
Born right here in wine country Napa, California to parents of Wappo descent.
Wine that is blood red as death.
Married a drunken white man, had you and your brother.
Full of hope to marry a Wappo rather than white, just to show Napa of all races the we still exist.
I am a happy mother to you, a single mother and university alongside a rainbow son, whom endured a lot.
Endurance runs within us Natives since the evils of colonialism.
Always felt like that the only Wappo here in a town of White, Latino, Asian, and very few blacks.
My endurance you ask?
Took beatings to my wounded soul, from your father.
Forbidden to work, as I have defy him.
I served a wealthy white woman as her maid.
She was tough, most certainly not a bigot.
When she orders you to run, you run, you clean, you clean, you get fired...your fired.
That woman is of great might, mixture of grace and ignorance.
Made a lot financially, she and I are close.
With a discovery from the bank, the man whom is of anger drained my bank account! How? I have no knowledge.
Furthermore, I recall how you've changed.
You resulted into rebellion.
Tis I that often see scratches amongst your chest.
The loss of weight.
I shall reveal tomorrow, how I found out what really was happening.
YOU ARE READING
Maureen Roberts
PoesiaMaureen Roberts is a short poetic story inspired by Stephen King's book and film, Dolores Claiborne. The events are inspired by the Dolores Claiborne film, but the difference is the character is a mom of two kids and a Native American of the Wappo t...
