To Those Indigenous Folks Contemplating Suicide
Breathe. Suck back air. Keep that oxygen coming, Those pints of blood pumping, Even if you want to open the
I remember things from long ago
Breathe. Suck back air. Keep that oxygen coming, Those pints of blood pumping, Even if you want to open the
The following is an excerpt of a recent paper I wrote for an Aboriginal Social Work Theory that focused on
“If we failed to remember our ancestors, our freedom would be somebody’s freedom, not our own. Our destiny, the destiny