NativeI can hardly be called one of your people.Native7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One-thirty-second is terribly small
And yet an invisible spiders-silk thread
Ties my single to your many.
My path lies hundreds of miles from yours,
My experiences even farther.
Science says no,
But my heart cries
It is that same blue sky
That I long to lie under,
Wondering if some day
It will swallow me up.
It is that same wide plain
That speaks not of barrenness
But of life, living, and hidden things.
It is that same isolation
That never feels lonely,
Because the Spirit around
In the wind
In the rain
In the soil
In the time.
Beyond biology to bones and beneath,
To marrow and morrow and massive,
To sense and soul and spirit and
I can hardly be called one of your people,
But our hearts form
To My Indian Brave...You gave me a dream catcherTo My Indian Brave...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And said youd be my Indian Brave.
You won a game of one-on one
And said I was your white buffalo.
You put a band-aid on my knee after I fell
And told me youd be my Medicine Man.
You laughed at me when I jumped during that big storm,
And said, Relax, its only a Thunderbird.
You apologized after our first fight
And offered me a Peace Pipe instead of an Olive Branch.
You called me beautiful with eyes of turquoise
And hair of maize.
You built me a tipi out of my sheets
And asked me if Id like to live there with you.
You carved me a flute out of buffalo bone
And played me a song to the drums only you can hear.
You invited me to family dinner
And your sisters braided feathers in my hair.
You told me that people could mistake me for Irene Bedard
And you had to explain to me who she was.
You asked me if God was red or white
And I told you that I didnt think God had a race.
You told me that sometimes you feel like Crazy Horse
Warriors Last BattleI lay here on the ground after a long battle.Warriors Last Battle5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
They attacked my tribe, so I defended my family.
I fought as much as I could, with my entire spirit, but I still fell.
I never give up, even now I try to get up, yet it is in vain for it is my time to return to the earth.
So tired and hurt, I watch my friends fighting as I did, I can only pray to the Great Spirit to watch them.
Then a tear comes to me, not of the pain that I am feeling, but of my heart slowly feeling sorrow.
I remember my family and friends who died because of this cruel attack.
I remember the tradition, dances, and very spirit of my people.
Then finally I simply remember the way life use to be before war was declared on us.
As I fade I know we will never truly be destroyed.
As we have the hearts of warriors, and are strong, and shall always have our spirits.
And we shall hold to that till the end.