that feeling you get when a voice in your head says what your mother had told you once ”I wish my mother had an abortion”. I pray to God my daughter never suffers through depression…but also makes me think, If I wasn’t here…I wouldn’t fuck her up.
If you knew now what you knew then,
Would you send your children to be taught by the people who wanted to steal your glory, history, culture and language from your children?
Would you still encourage them to be the best at competing at and unfair game?
Would you teach them that their culture is more civilized than ours, and that we should hold our esteems to their perceptions of beauty?
Would you send your children abroad to learn and leave the grandchildren behind to morn the absence of a mothers love?
Do you realized what you have done when you allowed your knowledge of culture to be killed off so that my generation wouldn’t be able to teach my children?
Because of the sacrifices my grandmothers and grandfathers made I know myself, but I do not know enough.
I feel like a child without a home.