One Tenacious Baby Mama

This poem is poignant...brilliant...

Laughing Drums:History’s white hand wrote my country’s courseIn a language that will come back and hunt herIn the twenty first century;The man at the round-about calls it exploitationBeyond redemption.But I say it is far beyond our imagination.Wh

Idle No More 2013

His Feast: Her broken Fastby Rosanna Deerchild His feast: Her broken fast Harper doesn't need to worry About the woman on the hill She’s already dead From the arrows in her back Those headdress & handshakes Did the trick a treaty real good Sl

From Mohawk Nation News...Indigenous Proclamation 2013'

INDIGENOUS PROCLAMATION 2013