It has been a few days since Stephen Harper spokes his legislative words of compassion, mercy and grace with respect to our people. Yesterday I was angry, today I was angry, I thought I was okay , working , doing what I had to do to work, rest, play, and everything else in between. Yet the slight mis interpretation of life, people, and the system, I raant and rave the injustices of this "white world"!.
From "Rio Island to the Great Spirit, I search for grace and our Creator of our times. Was I angry at Canada and its history regarding us NDNs. I cried like many as they spoke those words of asking for forgiveness, mercy, and what happened to us as children. God`s children hating and killing our children!. Kill the NDN in the child was a truism to me as us little indians working in the child slavery homes of foster parenting.
From my years as child, I cried and cried. Crybaby I was called when I was one , after that all I did was cry as I was shuffled through out the 16 foster homes of hell! Hate was an emotion I knew too well! Locked in rooms , pissing and shitting on the floor and in pails and boxes. I only know the dirty child NDN they made me be! Some fifty some years later I still remember the hate and the anger at me as i cried and long gone from my mother, and family. Get over it, they say!.. I`ll think about it as I take your children away from you forever! But then a young blonde man came to me as I scream out to people around. I understand your anger, I know your pain, You don`t realize who I am!...Was he an angel of grace, mercy, Oh I am a fool crying over you!
