our story part one

Wed, 09/09/2015 - 23:15 -- santana

A system built on lies,

A system built on hate.

How many swigs of alcohol,

How much self-inflicted pain

Can a Native take?

You’ve killed us

Stolen our children.

Raped our women.

Deprived us of our traditions and our tongues.

You call us redskins

and have the audacity to say you’re honoring us

and even try to claim you’re one of us.

It does not justify your racism.

Its kinda hard to understand from the outside looking in

Trauma runs deep in these veins.

No wonder many of us seem to be going insane.

It still hurts, we’ve all felt it.

Truth be told, the white man is to blame

But I'm not here to be a victim.

Despite the history, we are still writing our story.

We are still here.

Times are changing.

Taking our voices back.

No more hanging.

This is just the beginning.

 
This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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