Poet Laureate Rebecca Thomas – Not Perfect

I don’t shower everyday. I’m not perfect. I sing off-key when I drive on the highway
I’m not perfect, I have a dedicated husband but still fall
in love everyday. But hey, I’m not perfect. There are a lot of things I can forgive and
understand as human error, But not a single one of those comes in the
form of inciting racialized terror. And I hate to be the bearer of bad news,
But a lack of perfection is a poor excuse To keep Cornwallis enshrined regardless of
his abuse. Please, cut him loose. Do you get what I’m saying or is my argument
obtuse? How can granting us our humanity
Be any less of a priority Than making the donair the official meal of Halifax
city? It’s a pity that late night drunk foods
get to be classified as today’s most current issues. Where are our statues? May I suggest a few? Anna Mae Aquash, Donald Marshall Junior, or
Grand Chief Membertou. See? They all meet the criteria of not being perfect. They are a group of real apple tree serpents. Anna Mae? A divorcee! Membertou and Marshall? A rebel Catholic and a criminal! Maybe that last one ended in an acquittal
But it’s because the world thought an L’nu’s words were too brittle to be believed. It’s not news to me. We have already whitewashed our streets,
To rinse off our red stained hands and feet, In that park, all paths lead
To his bronzed greed I beg and plead. Can’t you see what I see?! That a man decreed
A proclamation on our scalps. I’m taking you to task,
I’m asking for your help. To heal generations of spiritual welts
Because we were seen as animals only valued for our pelts. Today,
We are members of your community. Show us your humility,
Take my extended branch in unity, And stop honouring a man who prided himself
on his limitless brutality, Who counted Mi’kmaq fatalities,
Our skins were used as currency, His legacy built on the belief that our vagrancy,
Justified replacing our only home, Mi’kma’ki, With a British colony,
Hell-bent on extinguishing our existence, But we are persistent! Centuries later,
We are still mounting a resistance, Because no amount of hubris can strip us of
our resilience. We are still here. I can’t make that anymore clear. Don’t fear a re-writing of the past but
rather how it looks, When this decision is recorded in the history
books, When you turned a blind eye and spied the
easy way out, When you flexed your privileged clout in a
bout with a predetermined outcome. Because at that time there was nobody in that
room, Who looks differently than you to challenge
the status quo, the same old same old. Is this how Halifax chooses to be bold? Did you know that the west looked to the east
On how to rid themselves of the Indigenous beast? They looked to this coast to justify killing
kids They said that all lice grows from nits. Even if only a fraction of this is true,
Is this the legacy you want immortalized in a statue? Who here wants to be the one to explain this
to my nieces and nephews? It’s time for minds to be changed, and pride to be checked. It’s time that our voices are given a lot
more respect. I will not fault you for a change heart on
the subject. Together, we can find a compromise and work
it. Because at the end of the day,
I recognized how hard it is to be perfect.‎ ‎Thank you so much for listening, Wela’lin

One Reply to “Poet Laureate Rebecca Thomas – Not Perfect”

  1. This person who goes by the name Rebecca Thomas is what is wrong in this world. Sad that she is part of a beautiful tribe but full of soooooo much evil and hatred. She causes so much drama and heart ache in this world and her actions are embarrassing to everyone in the North. I hope she finds some sort of piece in the world and loses her hate. Her recent outcry about NHL team totem shows how awful she is as a person and a black eye on her people.

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