Zitkala-Sa Found

I lost my spirit
Shuddering with fear
I heard footsteps near, loud voices calling my name
Steps quickend, voices excited
The sounds came nearer and nearer

The room fills with sudden light
I lost my spirit
Dragged out, kicking and scratching wildly
Suddenly tied fast in a chair
I cried aloud, cold blades against my neck
I lost my spirit

I had suffered, taken from my mother
Poeple had stared
I was taken from my mother
I moaned for her in anguish
No one came to me
No soul reasoned with me
I was taken from my mother

These words and phrases were taken from Zitkala-Sa's first hand accounts of her life in an Indian bording school. This is a found poem.