A river of toils and promises

Being Indigenous in a world that feels like it just wants to forget about us is not an easy life. We are a protrusion to a society that only wants to look forward toward progress. We are a hindrance to the goal of expansion and development. We see what others wish to be blind to. It is not our fault for the way we choose to exist. It is not a sin for us to be who we are. This is us in all dimensions of time. Past, Present, Future. Understand that we do not hate the world, nor anyone in it. For it is the opposite! We still love this world. We will defend it with everything we have and are, even if you will not.