In the wake of the scoop, I was born.
Many dreams bestowed upon my back;
decolonization, the dream but nightmare to some.
But who am I, of the mixed blood,
to help those who reject me?
I, too, have felt the same anger, have I not?
I was once known as half-breed,
I am now known as Métis—
an insult just the same.
I am proudly mixed. And I do not wish
to borrow title from independents
who dish out title so begrudgingly.
I am mixed and I am proud,
and perhaps you will accept me
when we take the same blows upon the battlefield.