RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Beating into foreign sides of life, shouting in native tongues, trying to keep their stances in life from becoming one of other nations.
Striving to keep their heritage intact, a losing battle, as all of them coalesce into casinos to make money to live on.
Tearing instead, their pride of native Americans into dust of past spirits.
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