Growing up having teachers forced feed me little stories with happy endings. I sat there and swallowed words that were typed neatly in hardcover history books, with pictures filling up the page. I'd regurgitate lies without question,"No, Little Girl. Don't ask. Absorb. What we say, goes." Chronicles revised, events being covered up - rise annually. I've been confused, fact with fiction. Mix heroes with nobodies. Naive, yes I was. I was taught to believe that he made the greatest discovery, one of the biggest discovery in history. Genocide sugar coated by images of pilgrims and Native Americans laughing over turkey. Having the time of their lives, so it seems. But, dried poultry couldn't absorb the blood of those who died by diseases they couldn't fight, by the ones who just didn't survive. Teary-eyed girls cried for violated thighs, for violated natural human rights. Indigenous women birthed sons whose color wasn't like their own, not fitting in with the norm. Victimized and destroyed. And we celebrate this life? We forget our roots for a three-day weekend? Names of schools, elementary schools lesson plans. Not today. I will not condone his villainous ways. I will not let those lies get in my way. I'll always remember the sweat of those slaves. Fuck 1492. This Nazi turned hero gets no glory in my eyes. Never.
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