"Our people living on the reservation don't pay property taxes to the United States government," NanaAnna pointed out as we toured.
"Yes, but are the people here poor?" I asked NanaAnna.
"What is poor?" she asked me strangely. I didn't say nothing back. Maybe I had insulted her after she had helped me. "We are fighters and survivors. We are here. We are alive and breathing, living and loving, birthing and caring, working and earning. The sky is above us. The earth is below us. We can never be poor," she said.
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