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White vs. Red
by
© two_wind_wolf


We are one you and I....
Raised in a white world I cry as your spirit hears clearly our
ancestors words, mine more faded and blurred by white man's hypocrisy.

Yet they call me home...they call me to their side...I stumble, I
fall, I get up with pride reaching out to my red blood spirit....my
red heartbeat....

I wish to walk on the mounds I cannot reach....yet in spirit and in
dreams they take me there......I wish to soar as my friend the eagle,
so I go there in meditation as I know you have walked where I dream
to step....to run....through ancient fields.......

May I never give up this fight to take my spirit out of the hands of
those who just do not know why this hunger consumes me....why this
longing to free my mind like feathers blowing in the wind....to
places long ago, to places I once knew.......to you.

The white man breaks and distorts what I wish to attain....yet he
cannot take my spirit from me......he cannot change the color of my
blood or the voices of my ancestors he does not know speaks clearly
to never bend my knee or conform; but to listen with respect to those
who have walked before me.

In dedication to my sister and my teacher, who in much patience calls
me home: Wihuna Waya Ageyv

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