Female Rage Volume 3: Tawâw Welcome to Canada
If I share these stories I will need to acknowledge hard truths
Of where you are
And where you’ve been
And what you’ve seen
And of the ways I have both failed you and loved you
Of the ways that we created beauty and how that beauty was not enough
Of the ways in which colonialism daggers into your body and your spirit
And how our love and wisdom can only half exist
always seeming to be thwarted by oppression and institutional boundaries
If I had a nickel for every time someone told me “that’s not our job” “that’s not your job” “that’s not my job”
i’d have a retirement fund and would have reached the limits of the institution. Bottomed out or smashing my fists against the glass ceiling of colonialism and oppression with nobody left to ask
You’ve done your “job.” You’ve done all you can do. Go home.
See what I have learned is that what we go through is never anybody's responsibility
And there’s a righteousness to having boundaries
And so you spiral through the rabbit hole of this body that is Canada
And I go home to my safe four walls and turn my phone off and prepare myself a meal I don’t even feel grateful for like an asshole. Too exhausted to cook.
And I think about where you are
and I wonder if you are okay
My cousin, sweet kiddo, awasis- sacred little relative from the sky world
Unable to come up with much
I hope your young spirit remembers the love we shared and co-created
Braiding hair, telling jokes, sharing stories
Offering kindness and gentleness and patience
Forever hoping that the love I could offer would be enough
Enough for something
For anything
For now, part of your story is my anger
I am angry for you
My anger will fight for you
This anger in response to the world we have inherited
That your little brown body was born into
Where you are now
Being suffocated by this world
They don’t get to know the details and see you in this way
For all they need to know is the story of a little girl
Who would braid hair at pow wows
Who braided my hair
Whose hair I braided
She loves music and boys and ridiculously long nails
Who went to school everyday
And fancy danced in the summer
Who picked medicines and taught me Cree words
And how they failed her
Tawâw- Welcome to Canada.