YOU took to much, kept to much,
When I was young, YOU took me from my land,
my family, my home. YOU wanted MUCH.
You made me learn your ways,
you cut-off my hair, changed my name.
YOU tried to make me YOU.
YOU RAPED MY SISTERS, KILLED MY BROTHERS.
YOU MADE ME DRINK YOUR WHISKEY.
YOU MADE ME LIKE, YOU, YOU MADE ME, LOSE ME.
YOU MADE ME SAY,I LOVE YOUR GOD!
MY GOD IS THE CREATOR OF EVERYTHING,
I WALK WITH HIM THIS DAY.
NOW I AM HOME, I AM AGAIN WITH FAMILY,
I AM without YOUR WHISKEY, MY HAIR IS LONG.
I AM NOW GONE FROM YOU.
I AM AT PEACE WITH THE CREATOR,
I AM AT PEACE WITH ME.





Written for just one of so many lost souls. Who we as white angry
believers of our own faith, raped, sodomized, killed and LEFT to wonder STILL,,,,many natives of this country we SHARE.
Leaving them and their minds to be filtered and twisted through all that,,and left to be users of alcohol, to their DEATHS.
As THIS MAN HERE WHO DIED YESTERDAY.,,,NOW at peace......

May spirit continue to light our path to peace and healing

~ Aho ~

T~bird....

Gitchi'Meegwetch for this....

I know that my Bear brother would be honored if he could see what you wrote for him this night....

Meegwetch for your words also Ladylid ... It is a long hard struggle for some to find their peace and healing.... All we can do is send out loving light to them that have lost their way...

that's a powerful poem.

a soul, at peace.

I HOPE that when I pass,,,I would be remembered in ways of
friends words written here...as GOD gave us the ability TO remember
then it had to be also for ones we have lost to death as well.
So memories NEED to stay,,,and show them selves sometimes..