4 June 2018

~I read this aloud at a Straw Dog Writer’s Guild event on 6/4/18. The theme of the event was Resistance. This piece is solely my opinion and not reflective upon the organization. I am a free thinker, writer, former journalist, and indigenous woman who sees the problems differently. My family is considered brown. I believe the disadvantages we encounter weigh heavier than the next person. I nor my family are victims. I always welcome feedback and/or input. I can be reached by email or leave a message in the contact box. Happy reading.~ 

 

My Momma (God rest her soul) taught me that my voice is worthy of recognition.

Though, we live in a nation where a person’s right to NOT be Christian is losing its            foothold in America. Resist.

Though, we live in a nation where the Orange dude glorifies a mass murderer’s book (Mein-something) than following in the footsteps of the fabulous, educated Native              woman, Ms. Winona LaDuke. Resist.

Though, we live in a nation where someone told me “to speak better English” last Friday. Resist.

My Momma taught me Girls Can Do Anything Boys Can Do.

Though, we live in a nation where a person’s right to assemble is losing power to police    presence. Resist.

Though, we live in a nation where D.W.B. (Driving while Brown) is a real offense to some  officers. Resist.

Though, we live in a nation where fictional superheroes are glorified more than the full-time teachers who have Masters’ degrees. Resist.

My Momma taught me my brain is beautiful.

Though, we live in a nation where the news is censored. Resist.

Though, we live in a nation where crops are genetically modified than grown in our backyards. Resist.

Though, we live in a nation where plastic bags ruin the lives of whales and must be banned. Resist.

Each of us have a skill to contribute to the nation. Discover it. Cultivate it. Use it. Protect it.

Join me. Resist.