when angels speak of love i’m pretty sure they didn’t mean

drunken hockey fans spraying fifty-seven native children with beer, taunting with racial slurs like “Go back to the reservation”

If love is all coming and going this is coloniality starting back
at its beginning with children so young they are still learning

the meaning of words like, love and hate. And you gotta hate
the way the world works when some words scar ears so deeply

that the voice that said them still echoes in your head, still
echoes in your head still echoes in your head.

Love is action and we cannot tell where an echo ends and
Begins Let’s think of it like this. Life begins with a woman

giving birth; because of this she is sacred. Yet,
our women are being taken. 1,181 reported missing and

murdered in Canada alone and the numbers in the US are still
unknown. Underreported not reported but we do have some

statistics: Nearly half of all Native American women have been raped, stalked, or beaten. When angels speak of love I’m certain

they didn’t mean this. Our women and children are being
traumatized. 1 in 3 Native women will be raped in her lifetime

& are 2.5 times more likely to experience sexual assault crimes
compared to all other races. When does this race to feel safe

and survive end? When you’re missing in life and missing in
death, where do we begin? Nowadays

when angels try to speak of love my ears strain to hear
anything over the national news and media that barely,

if ever mention us and I wonder
if the silence is how we eventually disappear