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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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