Mamaz/Families

Men and Women's Awareness Reaching Out to Young Parents

WHILE MEN AND WOMEN WEEP

As they do now, I’ll fight for their rights

to be free,

While little children go hungry as they do now,

I will try to feed them with the truth so they will

never go hungry.

While men go to prison,

In and out as they do now,

I’ll fight to be free and stand on

The word of god!

[image description: A beautiful black ink hand-drawn portrait of Jack Sun Keewatinawin, a tall, 21 year-old Cree man, drawn in a cross-hatch style. Jackson is smiling softly, wearing a t-shirt, and has long flowing black hair. In the background are bricks that are suggested with hand drawn dots. The drawing was commissioned by Tabitha Johnnie, Jacksun's younger sister, for their mother, Samantha, who has since passed away.]

Life is short for some people and life is long for others and it's hard to except the value of death. But without death there is no living life to the fullest. That's what Mark, a man who died too soon after a hemorrhage and facing the comeback of what the struggle can to people and sadly he had died leaving the world and going on his journey. Mark Flaherty a man who was born in 1969 and died in 2016.

The funeral started around 11 o' clock on a Thursday. At first it began cloudy then about a couple of minutes later it got sunny. The car he was in came, then his sister went along as some of his family and friends saw Mark for the last time. It was sad seeing Aunt Viv cry and depressing for most of his family. Then the pallbearers carried the casket toward the grave, then put it on top of something to carry the casket and lower it down.

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Editors Note: Min. William Brown Jr. is one of several power-FUL PNNPlantation prison correspondents. As currently and formerly incarcerated poor and indigenous peoples in struggle and resistance with all plantation systems in Amerikkka, POOR Magazine stands in solidarity with all folks on the other side of the razor wire plantation.

Gripping the steering wheel so tightly my hands hurt, I saw my mama so many years before, looking straight ahead to the road, trying to not let the mountain of tears crush her soft face. Now it was me and my sun alone on the highway, 30 years later, trying  to drive away from my torn and  crumbled  heart..