BY ROBERT LEBLANC III
My people lived on this earth in peace.
The earth beneath us was our Mother and the sky above us was our Father.
The sun would set and the light would cease
and everything and everyone were in harmony with each other.
And then it was taken.
Suddenly our land was turned to property,
our reality changed from what it had been
to an intrusion of European society.
We buried our feet deep into the soil,
our roots grew deep into the ground,
the blood of my people began to boil.
Our culture was wrapped and bound.
This is a wound not even time can heal.
Our history regarded as a novelty.
They returned slivers of our land with faux feelings of forgiveness,
but Our Land is not theirs to give.