The Irish side of her could drink drink, hold her liquor.
She would stand a maintain her poise
The Native American blackfoot side of her goes deep, deep
into profound trances
seeing right through you into your core.
No Escaping your real self
How you hide from life
What it will take to get it back
All my notions and education about what is real, what is healthy, what is norma, l are shattered.
I think I know it
but I don't
She proves me wrong always
Her Natural self is so much wiser than anything I could acquire
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem