Orange is not a fashion,
but a prayer stitched in cotton,
a remembrance carried on our shoulders.

It tells the story of a little girl
whose shirt was taken,
and with it her sense of worth—
yet her spirit still glows,
a fire no school could extinguish.

We remember the children
who never came home,
whose laughter was silenced,
whose languages were torn from their tongues,
whose songs were buried beneath the walls
of classrooms that taught only forgetting.

We remember the Two-Spirit child,
Indigiqueer,
the ones made invisible twice,
the lifeways broken,
but never destroyed.

We honor the elders who survived,
who carry scars like sacred maps,
guiding us back to ourselves.
Their hearts hold the weight of silence,
yet still they sing,
still they drum,
still they dance the memory of freedom.

Orange is not just a color.
It is a banner of love,
a cry of resilience,
a promise of survival.

When we wear it,
we say: every child matters.
We say: we will not forget.
We say: the silence will not win.

Our children are still here—
laughing, growing,
carrying forward the fire.
And so we walk, together,
into a future where every child is cherished,
where truth is spoken,
and reconciliation is more than a word,
it is breath, it is kinship,
it is life renewed.