They tried to teach me
of the white man's way
but I was born of Native blood
and they could never take my pride
that's something they couldn't steal away
They tried to fill me with their lies
and drown me in their flood
but I was wise enough to see
to look beyond their greed
They wanted me to coward and hide
but a true Warrior never dies
and they couldn't make me bleed
no matter how hard that they tried
They thought they could give what I need
through empty words they would feed
but failed to see what was inside
that my soul kept satisfied
something that they never understood
They wanted to change me if they could
but I knew my path and destiny
on this Red Road of my journey
their words were only wasted on all they say
because who I am is who I am meant to be
Spiritwind ©2015
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A good poem, well articulated and nicely penned to capture the conviction of the poet on the need to protect the natural heritage, culture, tradition and collective patrimony of the indigenous people. A lovely piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem THE PHOENIX STRANGLER.