ODE to our Mothers
Our teachers, our leaders
A poem and a case for Trauma‐Informed Processes
We don’t have to be part of the problem to understand that trauma exists in a country whose beginnings were of stealing lands, epistemicide, and genocide.
We don’t need a prescription to offer respect and diginite to all peoples.
We do have a responsibility for our thoughts and actions.
We have a RESPONSIBILITY to learn, unlearn and relearn, SO WE NEVER FORGET the violence, rapes, slavery, and genocide that are the history of Turtle Island.
Don’t fret, there is a silver lining. Nover forget that it was not always this way. There is hope.
We know the way, it is inside.
We can unlearn and relearn so that indeed this great place,
which now some call the United State of America,
can indeed be free and have liberty and justice for all.
We can do better and we must do better.
STOP and unlearn
Take a moment of silence,
Take some time to slow down
Ask yourselves, why?
Ask yourself what is really important to me, my values.
— — If someone saw all my actions what might they say my values are?
STOP & begin
BEGIN to ReLEARN
and then, be the MOTHERS/TEACHERS/LEADERS
Be the LEADERS I need.
Center [love | People | respect]
be a bit kinder, the CARING can take us all FARTHER.
BE the LEADERS we ALL need.
Our CHILDREN’S CHILDREN
Our CHILDREN’S CHILDREN’S CHILDREN
All my love,
mother, teacher, scholar, leader.