I wrote this poem in 20 minutes
But my people have been writing our stories for centuries
Words on a paper
Just like buildings on a road
My culture rich in history but personality switches from code to code
Still this Indigenous blood I hold
I stand on the land of which they stole
Weather hot from the blazing sun
Or cold from the freezing rain
Whether it was hot or cold
My people were told
Work, fight and, never fold
My ancestors were Stolen and sold
Still I stand here to share a few words
Words of persistence
The power that I hold is shown through my very existence
From the way that I comb my hair
To the stories that I share
Even the clothing that I wear
Because you see history has many layers
They tried to wash away the stains
But no bleach is good enough to cover our pains
Pains of overcoming hate
Pains of overcoming discrimination
Because my people fought and built this country
We are the creators of a nation
So let us continue to put in the work
There’s no time left to be patient