Here In This Place (School Project)

I'm here in this place,
Alienated and alone,
Forced to forget my life I once cherished
It was them,
The white people took me here, they took us all here.
They don't care about us.
They beat us, humiliate us, and then watch us cry.
Our tears don't concern them;
They have hearts made of ice.

I'm here in this place,
I've been misused and mistreated.
I've seen people runaway and pass away.
There's illness and cruelty.
I've seen a lot,
But the one thing I haven't seen is love.

We're here in this place,
But we cry out for another;
Our souls long for ny place but here.
Where can we go where we will not remember?
Is there a place that we will not be haunted?
No, these scars will never fade away
Nor the memories wane
We shall be chased by this place forever


(This is a poem I wrote on the cruelty in Indian boarding schools since we read about it in class)