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Pinch me, maybe it's all a dream
I'll wake out of sleep screaming
Maybe this wasn't really happening
Trial without a jury making scapegoats out of you and me
So why do we hurt our sisters and our brothers?
And punish one another
Simply for the differences in our appearances
We can't just walk in and take what's not ours
Those who write the rules gave themselves all the power
We took, borrowed and stole without giving anything in return
How do they expect our children to learn?
They keep their kids learning in better schools
Yet the native children are left without the tools
Education is a right, not a priviledge
But no one seems to be getting the message
I doubt if anyone is even interested.
Put yourself in their shoes:
What type of education
Can you gain living in segragation?
And when your stomach's moaning from starvation
In a house that's not a home but called a reservation
They all say our children are our future generation
They're ignorant to acknowledge their social frustration
No wonder so many of them are tired of being alive,
Contemplating suicide,
When opportunity doesn't over look them, just passes them by
Another ornament on the white man's shrine.
But...maybe this is all still just a dream
Tossing and turning in my sleep
And when I wake everything'll be the way it's supposed to be
but something tells me we haven't seen the last of this history...

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I bleed ink.


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The following comments are for "Dream Catcher"
by Eddieeaves

Dreamcatcher...Tom
I thank you for this opinion, actually is poetry to me, with strong, meaningful reality...You said so much of what is true, my mother (may the Creator be with her troubled soul, in the Great Heavens, a peaceful place, finally), I know of the pathetic reservation life, a noble people of generous heart and spirit. A people filled with distrust handed down through the ages, until it has become genetically embeded in their being...
A near unbeivable existance to so many, we help other cultures in different parts and places of this world, which is good, but we forget our native people, the people that are taught of in schools (briefly) Pilgrams and Indians and their generosity, because they were generous of heart.
The native people of this land, the North America and other lands...We don't have a national Native American Day,(no through off on Martin Luther Jr., I personally think he was a fine man, with fine ideas for the betterment of mankind, period). But why, the reservation of my people in Montana, Rocky Boy Reservation of the Chippewa-Cree, is one of the poor reservations,
it's like a housing project of the extremely poor...I have endured so much discrimination in my life as well as the horrific stories my mother went to the grave with, on her death bed,
screaming for mercy from the man of the church not to hang her by her feet and beat her naked
person, just for letting a native word slip from her little mouth, taken away as a child of 5yrs. away from her family, placed in Indian schools, just to be made white, cut their hair and beat them...Attention does need to be heard and listened to for the betterment of a great people. I appreciate you speaking out on this subject, this is great for me, I hope others will appreciate as well.

Robin

( Posted by: Robinbird [Member] On: January 19, 2006 )

Eddie, following Robin,
AND I too am glad that I've read this. This is a subject that I know very well of.
I am a foster mom of 4 kids with a Native Family and child services. Ontario is filled with forgotten people, the ones that are lost between their way and the other way. Many people are so forgotten, I could write countless stories of the natives that are on the streets, replaced into the City from their broken down Missions.
Then too I am also lucky to see some come out well, a soul deeply profound, a mind keen and fresh, clean and untroubled. That they too now try to help by being Social workers or Child care workers for this Native community. Hoping that those many vicious circles can be broken, healed and to help regain the Heritage as best they can.

Good to read you Eddie. Very good.

Dar

( Posted by: Dareva [Member] On: January 19, 2006 )

Dream Catcher
Thank you both for your comments. I knew that this poem was going to affect those who read it with genuine interest. I'm not a Native American, but I feel bad for all the injustices they had to face throughout these years, and writing about helps people vent and maybe we can understand more about our neighbours than what we read in history books or newspapers. I've seen footage on television and can't believe how bad some of these places are and yet their culture is so rich with stories and tradition and no one seems to care about that. Writing about it might open peoples eyes and say that there is something wrong over here and why hasn't anyone done anything about this.
I can't imagine what it's like for the both of you, but you've got my support.

Read: The Blood They've bled. I'm working on another poem called Ipperwash.

( Posted by: eddieeaves [Member] On: January 20, 2006 )





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