I tell you our homes were burned down
I tell you we were beaten
I tell you we were spat on
I tell you we were killed as "witches"
I tell you that our language is buried deeper than our ancestors
I tell you that even though i don't know you, your name to me will always be friend - because all of us are wandering through unknown forests, even men born and raised in grey toned cities
And you call me a foreigner? Tell me my people have nothing to be proud of? Tell me our practices are stupid and backwards that they somehow destroy the earth more than your fossil fuels and fraking? Tell me my people are dead? Tell me you're glad that we're not even a footnote in history? Tell me you're glad to see me beg on the Internet (offering up my pride like a lamb to our now forgotten gods) for someone from my community who speaks my language because I'm so alone?
But I'm a Forest Finn, and so my name for you will always be friend.