Gimiwan[1]

Gichi gimiwan zhigwa noodin

Drunk uncle and auntie wait for the bus

webinidi bizhinigo.

Dirty silence

Nisidomaam

Because voices remain

Aakwendam maajaa.

Open up those stormclouds

Giboogwaazh

Wash away our wounds

Niigon

Wiinaagamin nibi

Killing and piercing

Washkitigweyaa,  izhitigweyaa, zaaga’igaan, nibooke.

                        See Us

                                                Hear Us

                                                                        Feel Us

we

are the voices

lost

today and yesterday

Gisayag

Gimisag

found

biibaagi

“Wiidookaazon.”