
To the first peoples of Switzerland, who were colonized
To the first peoples of Germany, who were colonized
To the first peoples of Scandinavia, who were colonized
To the first peoples of Lithuania, who were colonized
To the first peoples of the Netherlands, who were colonized
To the first peoples of the British Isles, who were colonized
To the first peoples of the Americas, who were colonized
To the first peoples of The Great Utah Basin, who were colonized
To the first peoples of the West Coast of the Americas, where I now stand, who were colonized
.
To the first plant, animal and living beings, who were colonized
To the meat, vegetable, herb, tree, crops, who were colonized
To the plots of land that will never see the sun, under concrete, colonized
To the trauma, disconnection and forgetting that lives on in my bones, blood and gut, colonized
.
To the sicknesses that are trying to help me see
.
May I find a way to understand
May I find a way to respect
May I find a way to honor
May I find a way to clear
May I find a way to remember
.
These hands
These white hands, open
These blue eyes, open
This raw, beating heart, open
Aching
.
To all who have been a part of me
To all who have suffered
And to all I am a part of
May we find a way
To remember
Our privilege
This privilege
This Body
This Earth
May we find
A way
.
From Food Memories, by Reagan Lakins. Posted in honor of Indigenous People’s Day, October 11, 2021.