Seventh Generation Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Seventh generation

Though in bed and early in morning
-and for me the show is a repeat
-feel the taste of honey, so sweet
-I drink by ear; mouth is filled
-and I add lemon juice, needs to be

CBC, "Ideas"
- "Us and Them"

Has been on for a week
-like others she speaks
-and great
-how we are divided
- (India, Israel, Canada…Everywhere!)

And she talks as angel
-soft and warm, a worthy treasure
- "Indian" she was called, "Red Skin"
-this was till yesterday
- (Even now, right today)
-was not an equal human
-barred she was from rights, in "Reserves"
-her school, if any, was boarding
-to turn an animal to Western Christian
-she would end braying and speak
- as was taught, in French, English,
-with insults and beating and raping
-deprived she of her tongue and culture

I shiver when hear
-Roberta Jamieson

Makes me think as I did, so I do
-with questions "What is way? "
- "…to fight back? ", "How, when, where? "
-then recall bitter facts that have learned
-when walking down this road
-back at home as well as in Andes
-only way to fight the brutal
-is using their own tools, pen to gun
-educate, learn to write and speak