Diaspora

Diaspora

Red Child
Where ever you may go
Where ever you may roam
feel the ground beneath
your feet.
As you walk
feel the hum of this land
our Mother
Listen as it whispers
…listen…
as it says:
“This is Home”

This land
It calls to you.
This land
it knows you
whether Aztlán
or Anishinaabewaki
Borikén or Haudenosauneega
Haida Gwaii
Nēhiýaw-askiy
or Lakhota Makhoche.

This is Home
and this
is Family
Hopi
Mexica
Xicano
Lakota
Wabanaki.
One Family.
One
Red
Family.

…Listen again
listen
to that whisper
…home…
…family…
No matter what
Colonization
Civilization
Diaspora
Know that this land
has never forgotten you.
Never let you go.
Never stopped loving you.
From the moment you came
down from the stars
on sacred water
it has held you
Its grasses your blanket
its lakes and rivers
your bath
its soil your bed.

Listen Red Child
to that whisper
listen as it tells you:
this is yours.
17 millions miles without borders.
This was made for you.
This is your family.
You will never be forgotten.
You will never be alone.
Because this is yours
this is your home
and it loves you
always.

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