Cherokee blood
mixed with chickasaw
wonder what you get
if anything at all
you remind me of a warrior
with a mighty feather crown
who can take a knife to anyone
and make them eat the ground
you walk with a proud stance
you smile with glory eyes
I am proud to have you
by my bleeding side
come to me my warrior
and I will be your all
I will stay with your red blood
thru thick and thin and all
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I will stay with your red blood. Is it anger or love. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.