There Goes the Neighborhood....

 It was supposed to be another ordinary day, not a day that would change life as we knew it. They came in a giant canoe they called a "ship" and we rushed to where they landed, but stayed hidden in the trees. They didn't look like us. They were very white and had strange features I've never seen before. Some had hair the color of the sun and some had eyes the color of the sky. The small group of us that observed them from afar, finally retreated to our tribe to report what we had seen. The chief decided that the next day we would try trading with them or at least try to communicate with them to see why they were here and we all agreed. 

   The next day, we approached the small settlement of the strange visitors. They spoke in a language we didn't understand, but they offered to trade these strange but very interesting objects with us. It seemed that they weren't harmful and we started to communicate through movements with our hands. That one day turned into weeks, and soon enough they started to teach us their language and that was the new form of communication. Their small settlement grew larger and they slowly started occupying more space. Then, there was less trading and a lot more taking from us. 

  They started taking away our culture and our gods and told us all about how we must all believe in a man called "Jesus" and how there was only one god. They told us to wear more clothes and to act more like them, instead of like us. They started taking away our lands, chopping down more trees and making more and more settlements for themselves. They didn't listen to us when we told them that it was enough, and that this was our territory and homes they were taking. They just took and took, and eventually it wasn't our land nor our culture, it was our lives. 

  Something started to happen to our bodies. We were coughing and bleeding and dying by the minute. We didn't know why, they didn't know why, and if they did they were no longer willing to help us. We were being kicked out of our own land, and too weak to take it back. This was officially our end.