Survivor shares a powerful rendition of his poem about residential schools | APTN News
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- Опубліковано 30 вер 2022
- “Your yellow, stained teeth chewed the Indian out of me. Your teeth crunched my language, grinded my rituals and traditions.”
Dennis Saddleman shared a powerful rendition of his poem Monster, written about his experience in residential school.
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Amazing! Devastatingly amazing.
Powerful! ❤😢 Chi Miigwech
Broke my heart 😢
there are braves, and there are warriors.
and there is brave warriors.
To be just six years old, to be living a young child's life with his or her family, a life of harmless innocence and trust, and then for many years forced into a world of blatant callous disrespect, to be treated with willful contempt and to be trivialized. Saddleman's words are one's to spend time reflecting about, deeply.... to be taken closely to heart. I thank him for his courage in creating and offering his very thoughtful poem.
So powerful, and full of beauty that puts his fears in checkmate. As he proves these evil people didn't take everything from him,,and those who made it. I would like to join him with a poem to the beautiful children.
Poem;
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I'm not asleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on the snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quite birds in circle flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I'm not there, I did not die.
Powerful words. He shouldn’t have to live with this. So sad.
I hear him and his pain.
Trudeau being there is an insult. He went surfing on the first day so this time he is there pretending to listen.
I was pleased to devour the false church and show you what I saw them do to you from heaven where I remained unable to come introduce myself to you. I couldn't tell you that those people who did that were never mine. Mine were not told about you. After the Monster left you for dead it went right back to killing Catholics and Baptists whose hearts became hard after years of starvation. Thank you for believing my voice instead of their book...which is actually truly mine. I am not sorry. If I were to say that, you will always live in fear. I don't blame you for being angry, don't take my Sunshine away.