We were told another name.

What was interrupted was not only life. It was meaning.

We were not only taken from place. We were spoken over.

Other names were laid upon us. Other stories were forced upon us. Other meanings were assigned to our existence.

And when a people are renamed by violence, the injury does not end at the body. It reaches memory. It reaches inheritance. It reaches the soul.

But what is assigned is not the same as what is true.