We be sitting thinking of the time that we had real friends and those that where chocen family. The Younger ones cry at night thinking about those that loved an accepted us. The box that one of the papa bears gave us has both hope and pain with it for those that gave us those memiors are in the land of our ancestors. We be so lonely that those within want to go to be with them.
some of the newer ones say they be here for us but it was not like with the others . They laughed and hug us and made us feel loved in person. They did not make us live in isolation just because we be different. The darkies made others hate us for things we have no control over yet we be condemd for it.
They no hear us for so long those within are enjoying being near others and not being hurt but we still scared that they go back to old ways. We lived to long with others going behind us telling people that they could do what ever they wanted to do to us and no cares so all is free. we no free. we feel the pain of those that hurt us and the pain from crying for help and no one cares.
For those that can live in the moment this is a good time for us it is just when the shadows of past abuse come forward we wonder if we are truely in the sun where shadows live no more.
To be accepted and be with friends is a dream that we pray for every night to the great spirit.