I'm the Indian you see
I love myself, deep and true, Though you may not see it just by view. As strong as any, I stand my ground, A warrior's spirit in my heart is found. Crafted by trials, we rise and survive, From the shadows of genocide, we strive. In Vancouver's streets, I learned to blend, Guided by programs, with support to lend. Navigating a world that often feels strange, I embraced my identity, refusing to change. Through it all, I’ve found my grace, A reflection of strength, in every space. I urge you to see the beauty in us, In acceptance and love, let there be trust. Together we rise, our stories ignite, In unity and power, we shine so bright. I love myself deeply, though you might not see it just by looking at me. I’m as strong and resilient as any other Indigenous person. We were crafted by the trials of our ancestors, survivors of genocide, and that strength runs through my veins. I sp...