To be a Black, Asian and Native Family

On April 15, 2021

In America

I am a shaman.

And even My heart

is broken.

Our cultures and our people

Our customs and traditions

Our women, children and men

Assaulted and converged upon.

By white supremacy

By patriarchy

Misogyny and racism

Silenced

By oppression of all kinds

I have never known

Never mourned more

for my baby

That the blood that

runs through him

Is riddled with trauma

Threefold

Black. Native. Asian.

How many more?

Yet I know this was always here

This hurt, pain, injustice

It was always

Always.

Always here.

But the struggle of the whites in the pandemic

We have all had to feel their wrath

We have all had to bow down to their

Anger at being inconvenienced

Their blame for their inconvenience