"That’s not me crying when you litter. I’m purifying the land with my tears."
"Tobacco is put down and a pray is said when the barber sweeps up my hair."
"If you want to talk to me, you’ll have to offer me tobacco. #NativerThanYou"
The Indian Agent asks me for permission to go to the washroom.
"CSIS, the FBI & CIA are sitting at my breakfast table watching me eat. #NativerThanYou"
"It’s Grand Entry time when I walk into a room."
The powwow drum isn’t playing a heartbeat rhythm. It’s my heartbeat.
Even my fingers point with my lips.
