WE ARE CALLED MÉTIS
A Poem by Linda Mary Coates



My children ask me where I'm from,
and now it's time to say,
We are the people, true Canadians,
We are called Métis.
From the union of Europe's settlers,
and the grand First Nations are we,
The symbol of unity
that binds the people of our land.

We are the people, true Canadians,
We are called Métis.
Risen above the suffering, the condemnation
and indignity,
Tales of Riel and history
remind us to be proud and true.

We are the people, true Canadians,
We are called Métis.
Dark hair, fair hair, brown eyes, blue,
We have become as one,
The invisible minority, we blend,
We live among,
Are we Scottish, English, Native, French?
No, we are one,
We are called Métis.

A bourbon swingin sceptic
Workin hard to forget it.
Hangn up on ghostly nights
I swear there ain't no
Fights.

You're sad. I hate
That I'm glad.
You mate the ultimate
Rad and just for a tad
Your needs pleez for mad.
That's just totally fad

Ego driven the peace seems risen
Play the game the game astray
Your heart intention or your invention
Slap the past or make it last
I'm saying good night dun wanna fight

What I do
How I do
Makes me do
Things I do

I tried it on three times.
I guess I thought it was a good idea.
Turns out not.. no big deal.

Here we are back again
Lite my light, fire within
Thanks life it's crazy thing
My stand is strong all up in this
Play it hard I miss such kiss

Here it is what this is
Turn it back round again
Happy maken it swing
Sure dig this thing

Oh my look at this go
I put what you did
I done what I know
You'll sit like a kid
Please come join the flow.