Suffer My People

Dec 6, 2006

Current mood:exhausted

Suffer My People

Rape our lands,  you'll think we let you...

Steal our culture, just keep thinking we'll keep quiet.

Kill our people, you see us as a dirty color.

Condemn our beliefs, you say your God will save us.

Who are we?

Ignorant natives, dirty fish eaters, heathens, wetbacks, no good kanakas, niggers, shadows, dark skinned devils...

That's what you see.

That's not who we are.

Aztec, Mayan, Polynesian, Pueblo, Apache, Samoan, Mestiza...

All proud people.

You call us conquered-assimilated

Our beauty and pride is not only skin deep

Our culture lives on in our lands.

Our culture lives on in the blood that runs through our veins.

Our voices sing it.

Our dances speak it.

Our lives live it.

We carry it on to our children in stories, in music, in food, in tradition, in teaching, in family.

So keep seeing the world through your white colored glasses...

Suffer on my people!

For what didn't kill us, is making us stronger!

Marissa Hokulani Kamamalu Gibson- December 2006