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.
