Shaping Life
To show a direction
she points her chin
toward where you should go
To show you a person
she points her chin
toward the person in question
To point your finger
is rude and disrespectful
it is what colonists do
He doesn’t like to stand in line
it’s not about waiting his turn
but a nightmare memory of childhood
He remembers residential school
square rooms and slicing whips
and how they cut your hair across
He follows the elders
dancing into the arbour
an honour not a line
We embroider and bead
traditional curving caressing designs
nature has no straight lines
We dance in a circle
weaving a basket of love
our lives are not lines
In our traditions
there are only three lines
and two points
A sacred pipe is straight
an arrow and a spear as well
only the weapons have points
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