Generations to Generations
A familiar battle with self, present even before colonization.
A constant, mindful choice — restraint in the face of new possibilities after each pull —
to be fair, an epiphany — and a fear:
that the past may never be reached again.
The very past you once defined, and could therefore control.
But now, a slave to another’s definition, another’s control.
Until one is able to remove the self-worn burden.
A reminder that you were always your own —
defined by your ways, your culture.
A realization that you are a freed mind —
free to roam, to be!
Free to take charge, to unlearn, to lead,
to revolt, to take, and to give!
Blind to the surrounding wealth and riches of his culture.
If only he could open his eyes — open his mind —
embrace his culture, his people, his community,
his spirituality, his artistic heritage.
How colorful the realization would be.
Colonization is said to have left,
but who will free his yet-colonized mind?
Who will save him from himself?