Who am I

Who am I? It took me 40 years to be able to honestly answer this question. The fact of the matter is that I never really took the time to ask myself this. I was to caught up in trying to figure out who everyone else was around me. The conditionings of my culture had me confused, in a fog like daze, the stereotypes of my people haunted me. I know we are greater than what we have been perceived to be. History’s deception of truth enabled me to fear what others thought of me.

Conditionings of shame, abuse,  and trauma held me back from my greatness. Looking back now, I see that this is how colonization wants me to feel. It was intended for me to set myself up  for failure, and I succeed at this for many years.

Until the  day I had nothing left. The labels I hid behind so well were the pit of my down fall. I wasn’t good enough, smart enough, or worth the effort made me fear life its self. For so many years I thought that life had some how failed me, then it dawned on me, this is not who I am!

Who am I? I am an ogititaawe kwe (warrior woman). My bloodline makes me a survivor not a victim. I am strong, noble, honest and fearless. I am a friend, mother, student and teacher. The storms I have survived some would crumble at the thought of what I’ve seen.

Who am I? I am that I am!



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