The Cree fed my family

Not old
Not young
Still gotta learn
Become
Flourish

I know more
The contours of my scars
The stories of the places
Where some treasures have been hidden
Old enough to take up the stories
To at least ask different questions

I looked spirit in the eye today
A Haida mask
A drum
Of savage degeneracy -
A drum to promise no more dances, songs or spirits.

WE DID THAT!

We tried to kill with paper
By stealing names
And stapling tongues
Those are the ancestors that worry me.
Where were you when…
They came for the letters
The names
The men

Who fed my family?
Indians
Cree
Savages
Who fed babies
Who grew into men
Who then fed them

Pehiw Awakening 2022