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.