i can never be
autochthonous
original indigenous
i can only be
a colonist
a migrant or an immigrant
in Scotland
i was a foreigner
even perhaps a colonist
in England
never native
though maybe allochthonous
in Canada
i am an immigrant
or maybe i'm a colonist
it's not clear
the type of box i'm in,
the label i should wear
but there are people here
who really are indigenous
original autochthonous
and i long for that day
when The Gavel comes down
when Our Father God speaks
when His Spirit rules
and His Justice meted out
honouring autochthonous.
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