My life is full of lies, betrayal and more.
I call strangers family, but they are strangers no more.
My real family never once, In all of 14 years came knocking down my door, not once did they visit, I didn’t get any kind of presents from them, whether it was my birthday or Christmas.
My friends are all white, my “Family” is too, my teachers are all the same, They never knew that you can’t change a First nations view of you.
I’ve spent years in the shadow, my head hung low, ashamed of the fact that my skin is Brown, and my place was not at the same level as others.
I’ve been called many names, but I’m not to blame, it’s not my fault they all have hate for me.
My father was in prison for many years of my life, he’s not to blame, his addiction is his destruction.
My mother never cared about me, though she loved me, she just couldn’t handle it at age 23.
My real parents didn’t raise me, but the ones who did, did a way better job than my Kukom could have, living on the reserve.
My real family is broken, and struggling. But I am thriving, and living happily, had my father not realized that he couldn’t take care of me.
So I thank my real family, and foster family, for doing what was best for me.
I know there are more struggles ahead, but with my determination, I can overcome all that the world throws at me.