From the moment you are born there is someone out there ready to take you, they see you as more of a commodity than a person. They created laws so they could legally destroy you. Left with empty men and women who reached into your soul to try and turn you into one of them.
Their stinging words that come from the end of a switch, beating, raping their ideology into you. Punishments come when you try to be yourself, years go by and you slowly begin to disappear. And when they are done with you they toss you aside, leaving you with a lifetime of scars that never truly heal.
Generations of souls with no place to go, ending up on the streets of broken glass and towers of steel, drinking poison to dull the pain. You were taught to hate yourself, taught to hate your people, taught to hate your way of life. You continue to walk the path of broken glass and spent needles looking for another release from the pain.
You want to give up, but you can’t for that goes against their beliefs. So you try and escape with a pocket full of memories and a faint hope that the Creator is watching. You meet more lost souls on your journey, all seeking to be healed. Together you begin to share stories something which is forbidden but you do it anyway. You soon discover that you are not alone and through these shared stories you have found a new family and a way to heal.
Your new found family invite you to sweat, and as the heat rises your memories start to return. You share your story of the soul takers, the empty ones, the aliens who violated your world. And as the heat increases, the songs get louder. Loud enough for the Great Spirit to reach down into you with her healing hands. For the first time in many years you see your mother, your family, all your relations.
Like the tears flowing down your face so do the memories return, your soul piecing you back together like a broken mirror. And though cracks remain they are there to remind you that you have lived. The Great Spirit leaves one parting lesson, go out she says, go out and find my children, bring them to the sweat , save as many as you can.
So you return to the streets of broken glass and towers of steel. You slowly bring your brothers and sisters to the sweat and together you begin to teach our youth to work together, to heal the land and it’s people. So future generations can grow into their destinies.