Me in the mid-90s, writing, singing, and screaming at/about America, imagining what it might have been like being on one of the ships that arrived first. It arrived just as we we finally, honestly started calling today something that honors the people we slaughtered instead of the slaughterers. Something that puts the focus on our bloody past in the hope that we'll learn from it, so that we might be even a little better than our ancestors. Songs keep teaching me. Anyone willing to face facts and learn, I'm with you. 

SEASICK 

Believe this as you convalesce 
I'm seasick 
I'm bleeding from open sores 
Four days ago, you said soon that we'd hit shore 
And finally 
We've found this land 
For all the gifts the people give 
Bloody beaches and severed hands 
Is what we return 
I'm kind of nauseous 
Either I don't like this 
Or I'm still seasick 
And I find it hard 
I'm finding out 
You're a liar again 
No, I never said enough 
You gave me what was never yours 
You know what, I don't want it 
We will rise