Eyes peer Gazing upon my flesh Piercing skin deep Daggers intended to harm Creating wounds that don’t heal Never know what I will feel Sometimes I wish they made the kill Because the Indian inside Has nowhere to hide Always making me uneasy Stomach feeling so queasy Infectious spirit diseases How do you cure hate? How much can I tolerate? How do I see eye to eye with those who can’t relate? How longing to be free, must my people wait? Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But if the gaze still casts hate then who am I? When looks can kill and words cause trauma Then speaking my truth is a cause for drama And holding things in can feel like a win Gaslighting our world like a doctor of spin Navigating a life of oppression is dizzying Why turn a blind eye when you have never seen? Why be a saint when you can confess your sin? Why feed the poor if they will feast in heaven? Why does your God have no pity on our First Nations? -Sandra Lamouche