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Swallowed up on the soil of my ancestors
There is a thirst
For red land
That no red man
Can quench
Forgotten on the soil of my ancestors
Each day
A struggle for recognition
For redefinition as equal
As valuable
As human
Them Indians are causing a ruckus again
God damn Indians
Living off the taxes of hard working citizens
As if my bachelors degree
And years serving community
Counts for nothing
A struggle for recognition
A fight to refuse to be forgotten
A battle to protect what little we have left
Gets labeled
Unfavourable Indian
Noisy squaw
Wrecking everything that is good for the whole country
There they go again,
Those fuckin’ Indians
We are only favourable
When we are opening for your events
Offering up the cultural pieces we have had to fight to keep alive
Through cultural genocide
Look at those pretty colours
How they dance
How they sing
Those aboriginals are really something huh?
But be stoic
Stay stoic
Stay silent
Because no one likes a noisy Indian
Standing up for what they believe in
I sat across from an Indian from India
We are the real Indians y’know?
Yes, you are
I am Dane Zaa and Nehiyaw
Words for my people in our language
Most of those living in our territory have never heard
Will never learn
To busy identifying us as Indians and if we’re lucky they know the name of a reserve
Reserves aren’t a nation
Territory isn’t a plot of land
Outlined and defined by the Federal government
Why don’t all those Indians leave reserves and move into towns?
Isn’t it about time they live like everyone else?
You must know,
It would be easier for us to forget
To be swallowed up and assimilate
It is hard to remember
To see the losses, to hear the weeping, to move to protect
It is harder to remember
And to honour who we are
Where silence is not favourable
Because silence equals death
My voice,
Our voice
Is life
Reclaim the Warrior 
Reblogged this on AS THE WORLD BURNS and commented:
Amazing words. Reminds me of my responsibility as a settler on stolen land to fight for decolonization.
thank you 🙂