• Katie Frieheit

Remember Your Past

Updated: Feb 11

Click -

A lit wick

Crack -

A flame

I watch the shadowy dance

Did my ancestors do the same?

Embellished on stone walls or smooth lines

We are all connected

From buffalo jumps

To concrete jungles.

This is not treaty territory

This is ancestral land.

It is a flame

But not of fire

Of love and loss and shame.

Like an earthquake

It roars within.

Cracks emerge

Now it’s ours to claim.

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