10/10/2022
Repost from . Honoring today and everyday 🙏🏽
WE ARE THE PEOPLE OF THE LAND
WE ARE MORE THAN JUST A DAY TO OBSERVE
WE ARE BEAUTIFUL
BRAVE….
OUR SMILES SHINE BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN AND OUR HEARTS BRING LIFE …
WE ARE LOVE AND SO MUCH MORE…
WE ARE HERE …ALWAYS
-LOVE PLUCKS FLOWERS YOUNG
“Indian, I am not, The name is a silent bullet that causes much pain.
Don’t call me “Indian” because
This name never belonged to me
Neither as a nickname do I wish to bear
An error that Columbus made.
I am daughter of the forest, my speech is Tupi,
I bear within my chest,
The pain and joy of the Kambeba people
and in my soul, the force to reaffirm
our identity
for some time forgotten,
diluted in history.
But today, I revive and release
the ancestral flame of our memory.
What to do with man in life,
That hurts, that kills,
That does whatever he wants.
The firearm overcame my arrow,
My nudity became scandalous,
My language was kept in anonymity,
They changed my life, destroyed my land.
But he destroys nature without compassion
And in this human intervention
Contributes to a total disaster,
Destroying his life, this rational man.
To be silent is necessary,
To listen with the heart,
The voice of nature,
The sobbing of our earth.
It is necessary to be silent,
To think about the solution,
To restrain the white man,
Defending our home,
Source of life and beauty,
For us, for the nation!
POEM BY-Márcia Wayna Kambeba
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