“ AANAWENDAAGOZI “ a poem about my white mother

I’ve been processing the last 27 years of my life with an indigenous therapist- it’s hard to find Anishinaabe where I live. I’m not a writer by any means, but I thought I’d share this just in case anyone else can unfortunately relate and maybe feel seen.

Connections is hard, this life is hard. Most days I don’t feel strong enough to be like our resilient community members- I want to be, I feel like I have to be. However I’m so heartbroken for us, I always have been and I always will be.

This poem is called “ aanawendaagozi “ I plan to do more writing and share it on my beadwork IG @ojichaagwancreations

Miigwetch 🧡🪶