boarding school blues


i got the boarding school blues.

those 215 babies they found are not even half of the babies lost.

half of those babies lost were forced to recite more hail Mary’s than the father’s and sisters could count.

and here we stand mourning them yet reciting Hail Mary’s too.

“what happened?” you say

i will tell you what happened.

settler colonial constructs of forced assimilation through education policies and cultural genocide is what happened.

settler colonialism happened.

settler colonialism happened.

settler colonialism happened.

settler colonialism happened.

did i tell you they happened?

well “they” did, but what caused so many of us the boarding school blues is aka as settler colonialism.

i call the enemy out by it’s name.

i call the enemy out by it’s name.

i call the enemy out by it’s name.

i call the enemy out by it’s name.

those saintly, priestly, nun’ly, righteously sinful and devilishly grins hungered for Indigenous children with a sickness and desire that was brought over from Europe.

it’s cousin its known as patriarchy.

so yes, they happened to us.

they and their sickly desire for children happened to us.

pedophilia.

i name the enemy.

i identify their souls.

i reclaim their lives.

i love them.

how do we put their souls to rest?

we pray.

we pray long.

we pray strong.

we pray more..

those babies souls are happy someone found them finally.

those babies are singing tears of joy.

those babies are no longer fighting to be heard.

those babies are finally being put to rest.

all praises to the ones who found their bodies and heard their cries.

may they be blessed for helping them finally rest.

may the sinful, sickly men and women who preyed on those babies be cursed into eternity.

you see, these boarding school blues won’t just go away until we do the right thing.

“the right thing” you ask?

yes.

the right thing.

what pray tell is the “right” thing?

we pray.

we sing.

we dance.

we honor.

we heal, and we love them back to their life’s eternal resting place.

that’s how i learned we can release these boarding school blues.

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