Just dabbling.. sandwich bags
And scraps of discarded plastic...
Bags around my ankles
*** the weathers a martyr or madness...
Impart. Shards of glass end up..
Regarded as trash is...
Believe me im part of the madness
But do you know
Glass is just hardened sand into transparent glasses...
Like the natives had died porcupine quills and traded goods for
Glass beads to colorfully dance with
I'm aboriginal...
And poisoned blankets...
Residential schools and discrimination  frequently happened....
The priests taught Jesus
But beat the hand of a child
*** his screaming was violent
Resistant and frantic....
The system of sadness...
And difference from history classes
Will finally teach
Of the blackness hiding in aboriginal
Past ****...
Like there's no drinkable water
On half of the landscape....
And laws prevent assimilation
Into the modern managing practice...
The land was deemed
To stem culture loss..
But bread the hate from generation.
Of gospel from Satan
Take for granted they called him God..
To the supposed natives they deemed savages
In classrooms...
Like the beouthuk genocide actually *******
Happened
By Irish settlers who though sly handed
Native bandits raided encampment...
When in truth the tribe
Law was share anything gathered
Stealing was not a concept
Till the Europeans claimed land and
I'm just breaking down arguments
From every side...
Like looking glass made from glass
Beading a pattern
In our tragic Canadian pages
From systemic. Genocide....
While acting perfect
Like my beautiful sister Madison...
Jk I better dhut up or Madison
Will havr my *** again...
**** it... she's actually
The coolest smartest bad *****....
But im the ***** up who was talented...
Still love you like I'm throwing up blood...
Puking up red again....
Family and strength...
Like an image of enhancement...
*** the gablehouse
Clans see little sand
Like gods plan and its
Not  polite to be this savage..
Like a floss... speak tongue and cheek
Clean my plaques
Like trophy cases in abandonment
*** im not talented
I'm addicted cant switch a flow
Like tap water... no boiling over

Pathetic transgender Stan and ****
I'm your fan I think
You can handle it....
**** it *****