March 24, 1997
This week's story was written by Black Wolf, from Stony Mountain in Manitoba.
Hostility
it lingers in my mind my body
amongst my hopes my notions
it is compelling, forceful
who will help me?
I have strayed
strayed from the path
the bars behind which I've placed myself are arctic
the echoes are friendless
the undermost part is now
no ambitions
no direction
only dismal sorrow
amongst the nullifying emotions
and antipathy
a society I'm alien to has denounced me
but my journey will not be suppressed
I've still got my dreams
when the laws of the whiteman fail to crush our hopes
our spiritual laws will reign supreme
behind me
the wolf
thunderbird
bear
above me the eagle soars with my prayers
letting me know
I'm not alone
[This poem was taken with permission from SPIRIT WITHIN OUR DREAMS, a publication by the students at the school of the Stony Mountain Correctional Institute in Stony Mountain, Manitoba.]