Acorns & holocausts

November___ truly my least favorite month. I'm certain & hoping, eventually, some event___ some-something will occur in a November that will soothe my on-going distaste. Of course, I have my reasons, it's not just hatred for the fuck of it___ : this is the month where not getting sick all year catches up w/ me & I end up w/ three days of crud
(& don't give me the boo-hoo so sad sarcastic bullshit, because ALL year I deal in chronic pain that takes a patience most couldn't imagine to endure on a daily basis for what is now rounding a fucking DECADE!).
Can't help but mention, it's the inevitable month where there is no doubt winter is about to take over. Fall is my favorite time of the year for lots of reasons. It's better than spring___, because there's less insects, I like to watch the leaves turn multicolored (even if green be my favorite color) & drift delicately from the branches of trees. The acorns. I like to pace around the outside of the house, leaping in a stomp atop acorns & sending piles of leaves back to flight through a simple kick/swoosh of my leg.
It's always bitter sweet to be outside in November, because no matter how beautiful nature's transition is___ you can feel winter coming. Cold, brittle fringes of death___ just a similarity is all. The way nature shows you the process of life every year, & even every day. In November, it is more noticeable than any other time of the year. Winter in CO or MI___ that I can take. Drier cold, not when the percentage of humidity all year round is 98 or higher. It cuts straight to the bone here in AL.
Remember, remember the 5th of November___ that's my great grandma Martin's birthday___ & she died at age 100 at the very beginning of December. I miss her all the time, but I think about her most in November. She was similar to a role model to me, but we weren't able to spend enough time together in life. Mostly I remember the stories told about her life. Half Native American, I believe her father was full blooded.
While we're on the subject of Native Americans___ I might as well bash Thanksgiving as a holiday. I like giving thanks & do so all year long___ there is no reserving one day for it, but that's the most admirable aspect of the holiday. The thing that bites me, that will always get me, is the tripe they feed us from gradeschool up until we learn the truth for ourselves. Being from Native American blood lines I knew the truth from childhood. I already knew that those pre-Nazi fucks had no good-will intent toward my people. No, they showed up, called us savages & began their slaughter, which later Hitler took the strategy of & applied it to how he would attempt to eradicate the Jews. Hitler's body count didn't come close to the American Holocaust. I'm already tearing up___, all I'm gonna say is FUCK YOU & instead of swigging beer over a football game & waiting for the grand carnal feast___ instead, watch The Canary Effect. It's a very well done documentary on the American Holocaust. The last I'll say on this subject is that American society has a large genocidal attempt in their history, & a very successful attempt at that. Meanwhile, they turn their heads & act like nothing happened. It goes socially unacknowledged, just as does racism. They want to act like racism isn't still an issue. Just like they did to the Native American women when they would go to the doctor___even if for something as simple as a cough___ they would walk out sterilized. In a state penitentiary in CA they are unrightfully sterilizing African American women. I was unrightfully sterilized & almost killed___. Humanity has unknowingly designed their own demise. Other than that, I can't think of the proper words to depict how I feel___ I would only grow further indignant in my speech.
Think I'll just round this post off w/ a general GO FUCK YOURSELF!