About being an Indigenous Woman

As an Indigenous mother I know, I have to stand a little taller, and remember the strong legs I stand on, that have stood in the faces of both beauty and oppression, especially for my son's. These same legs which have carried me miles from my homeland to places far, wide and then back again, …

“I questioned myself, but Ramona the strong woman is back.” #RamonaBigHead #Strength #Resilience

“This is nothing new,” says Linda Many Guns, a professor in the Native American studies department at the University of Lethbridge. “The only reason we are talking about this particular incident is, somebody hit the wrong button and sent a message to the wrong person.” While many of the incidents have occurred in and around …

g’ zaa’ gan / i love you

wild rice dreams

when i was young
a girl with crooked thick braids
all i really wanted to hear
was my mama’s voice saying,
i love you

or wishing my mama would hold me close
wrap me in her wiry arms so that i could smell
the cigarette smoke hiding in her hair

this she could never do though
from a past never spoken
i asked my mother how
to say i love you in anishnaabemowin
and she tells me
g’zaa’gan

i ask her again
how do you say i love you

and she says it louder,
g’zaa’gan

she says it as if i am deaf and the words are digging into the hard earth
so, i ask her again knowing
this is the only time
i will hear her say
these words

she says it over and over again

g’zaa’gan, g’zaa’gan, g’zaa’gan

until she shakes loose an imaginary skin
g’zaa’gan

she is…

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