What I Am, by Lunaria
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What I am
I am One Eighth Native American
You can tell by my cheek bones
My eyes are light like the white man
But my skin has red tones
My Great Grandpa Was a Frenchman
He traveled to Canada land
He came from some French clan
But he asked for the maidens hand
Now she was a beautiful Indian girl
With long, black, shiny hair
And her teeth were white as pearl
And he married her right there
They traveled to the united states
They had four children, all males
My grandpa's mate in Irishland awaits
I tell you no tall tales
Yes, my grandpa was one of those four brothers
And he had eyes of blue
But ifen I had my druthers
I'd wish them another hue
My grandma came from Irishland
And fell for grandpa true
She then gave him her hand
That's why my eyes are green/blue
Grandma had hair of red
Long and curly too
And green were her eyes they said
That's why mine are green/blue
Now it matters not what you look like outside
But what you feel inside your heart
Now the white mans ways I don't abide
Their ways and mine are too far apart
For I love the land and care for it
And give back if I take
I never cheat a little bit
And if earth hurts I ache
I am native American deep inside my heart
Doesn't matter that I look white
They cannot see my hidden part
And now I say goodnight.
July 1, 2005
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Posted: 2005-07-22 00:34:03 UTC |
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