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Final Poem
I am an Indigenous women
You may not be able to see it on my skin
Nor hear it in my voice
But when you say a slur about my people
It scares me you could say that
Scared like my people were when they told the police their daughter was missing
And the cops looked at them like they were making a joke
I am an Indigenous women
I can hide behind the white skin I have been given
But my people cannot
My people live through it every day
When you make a heartless comment towards me
My white skin can no longer protect me
Your uneducated words are thrown around like the names of the lost women
As the police make jokes that they are coming home
You watch someone put up a red dress and make a rude remark
Not knowing what the red represents
Your words are heartless and cold
Just like the women felt once they realized no one was coming to look for them
Yes, my skin is white, and I don’t look Coast Salish
But I feel the pain of my people as we fight to be treated equally
As we watch you flaunt your white privilege.
Written By Marlin Marston