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In the Grasp of a Group Home				                   April 16, 2021

A young Cree man, seventeen years of age passes away in a group home. 
Shocking and disturbing, undignified and unnerving. 

Communication lines not open- No faith in them, no hope ‘n

Chills down my spine, a young indigenous adult deceased, why couldn’t he have been voluntarily released?

Sometimes life is a rocky road, 
Sometimes we meet a few frogs, other times a big ugly toad. 
Sometimes we bare the load,
Sometimes we relate less with “society” and more with Skid Road. 

People can strip your dignity,
Their hearts gone cold,
      Their disposition a malignancy,
              Their infraction a stranglehold. 

My last request to you,
	Is that you follow through-
	With your hopes and with your dreams,
	Such as helping others, or making diverse teams. 

And this young man,
   Lost to the system
   Should have never been lost at all.

His heart and belly should have been made full,
He should have been made proud, he should have stood tall. 

In memory of Traveon

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