Marita Growing Thunder is her name, she is just 19 years old, and on a mission to bring a voice to the growing lack of concern regarding the almost epidemic, and systemic issue of the Thousands of Missing and Murdered Indigenous Woman (MMWI) in the US and Canada of over the last few decades.
Click the links below to read her story and the cause she is fighting for the woman who no longer have a voice and for future women who will SURELY go missing themselves or be murdered.
Online Articles related to her Movement and Awareness Outreach:
Sister, sister, you’re dead now.
known as only ashes buried deep in a cold shallow
grave at the top of a lonely hill…
I saw you burn hotter than the sun, tied to a stake
worse than a dog was ever done.
Sister, your shrieks still fill my ears from
that day, as they continued to pile on the wood to your funeral pyre.
I saw them laugh as the flames rose ever higher and higher.
I could only salt the earth with my tears for I was far too young.
Far too young to save a lighted soul such as yours being wronged.
My own darkened that day,
blacker than a shipbuilder’s pitch.
A witch you never were, but now
a witch I have become,
and tonight I hunt.
Hunt for the many ones,
and oh they will surely see a witch
tonight of the like they
have never seen.
By Philip Wardlow 2016
Don't let the mystery of you go unknown