Teresa Robinson Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Teresa Robinson

“Hey friends, how are you, what is up?
Have you heard of the ghosts?
What you know of the soul, spirit?
Listen well, bear with me…”

It was kid Robinson, Teresa, speaking.
She was found killed, crushed.
“It was bear” some declared.
“Some kind of, animal”
She is gone; story drags on.

“OK then, get ready, I tell you story.
Don’t worry, be like me, I’m happy.
If you too were of us, you could see
We see the spirits
I am one, look at me.
I am here, not alone, with elders.”

White people were scared.
Ran to shelves, for hiding door to cave.

“I’m here look at me.
You are there, I can see.
Be like me, I’m happy.
No more pain, it’s over.
I died at eleven.
What if I, lived longer?
I would be like Esther.
I wonder, you know her?
The Inuk, that soldier…
She joined you, you are guests.”

“Well she was assaulted.
Racism is normal, you to us.
It tore her and killed her.
She took knife, cut her arm…
And at last, she resigned.
And now what…back outside.
She will face miseries, poverty.
These are pains; I’m relieved.
Send sacred tobacco for this soul, spirit.”