19. Canadian. From the Haisla Nation.
I believe in you I believe your heart is true But I see your soul is aching Because I know, I've been there too The darkness seems endless
By megan hope6 years ago in Poets
To sew buttons on a blanket And pass on a name To honor my grandmother By wearing her jewelry To sing the songs of my people
The way my baba talks, I wish I could do the same I wish I could take back All that was taken away The songs, the stories,
Hurricanes ablaze "The end is coming!" The world is finally sick and tired of running From it's inevitable fate Climate change is calling out "checkmate!"
When will they learn that we can’t eat money? Maybe when there’s no more trees worth cutting Or when the fish all float up and turn