postcolonial love poem: a sermon
Have you ever thought to yourself: what would my growing up be like, if we did an acknowledgment in school every morning that noted whose land we were sitting on, which tribes occupied the same space we occupied?
You might come to ask yourself: how did this happen? How did we get here? You might to a place where you ask your teachers the same thing.
You then might have a deeper sense of what the trail of tears really meant. Or some…