We are proud to be Indigenous to this land, As the desert is a desert with its sand.
We are not from India, you named us wrong, Indigenous to this area, we’re Narragansett strong.
We walk with you day by day unnoticed, because of the stereotypical looks, of what you learn in your books.
We may say hello and goodbye, But we also give thanks to nature and the sky.
You walk on our ancestors blood and bones, As you build your elaborate buildings and family homes.
Would you build a home on your mother, father, sister or brother? Then please don’t build one on another.
Many Treaties have and are being ignored, With the premise of the States own accord.
We are not merciless Indian savages as your declaration declares, but a union of traditions, culture of people who care.
This generational trauma makes some feel they’re not Indian enough, to fit the definition of all your Indian stuff.
It’s important for you to learn the truth, speak and engage, to cure this never-ending, unforgettable rage.
A desecration of a people once feared, a healing of people revered. •
Hayley Harris is a Narragansett citizen with a deep passion for writing poetry and short stories, inspired by the powerful words of my grandmother and mother. Their love for written expression nurtured their creativity and encouraged them to explore my own voice. They work as the store coordinator at the Tomaquag Museum, where they promote Indigenous empowerment by selling art from tribal citizens that celebrates our culture.
Photo of Hayley Harris- Tomaquag Museum.
