Lost Children
The Lost Children Nov 6,2010
Taken, lost, misplaced from our minds, our souls
Culture, family, our way of life, ourselves.
Taken up drinking, drugs, abuse, being abused
Self- hatred and death.
Dealing with hate, uncontrolled anger, displace anger,
self-pity. Not knowing where it should go
and why it's still here. Oh, we know why.
Life, once giving, sharing, the telling of stories of great
Warriors, chiefs and of great women that held them together.
Stories of hunting, and cherishing mother earth,
Visions of it all have now become blurred.
Days of hardships, imprisonment, within us can never be expressed.
My grandmother and her family are products of people
Lost.
poem by Jill Laughlin
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