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 © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015
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