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Native American Boarding Schools

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"[Long hair] was the pride of all Indians. The boys, one by one, would break down and cry when they saw their braids thrown on the floor. All of the buckskin clothes had to go and we had to put on the clothes of the White Man. ..”

 Schools were run mostly by Christian Societies under grants from U.S. government.


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Native American Boarding Schools

 shocked, as hair cut short
buckskins burned
praying, 
in the darkness for rescue
all our gods forsaking us

pics of Him in pain
Teacher demanded belief
after all
somehow
died for our sins

what is sin?
A bright girl asks
later teach replies

now forgetting gods
of earth and fire 
and dressed up in 
lies of white man

kind lady
with love in heart
circles my neck
with crucifix

Realize
all our gods
are one

still praying
to great spirit
the one with
wild deer playing
in her heart

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 4/22/2015 7:06:00 AM
Thomas, I can relate to this poem very much, as I have Ojibwa in my blood, my grandmother was taken from a Canadian reserve and brought to the city for a better life, she lost her heritage, well done 7 and I want to thank you so much for my wonderful placement in your Humorous Contest, that was fun
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Date: 4/21/2015 10:54:00 PM
PS.... I find your poem rather interesting. pics of Him in pain demanded belief after all somehow died for our sins,,,, a vivid meaning some seem to understand and some don't. Enjoyed... LINDA
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Date: 4/21/2015 10:51:00 PM
Hi Thomas, I'm so mad... Gurrr.. At myself. Your contest close so fast... WOW! I went through the contest page, it was gone. WOW! I was looking forward to entering your contest. Will you have another contest soon. I sure hope so.... LINDA
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