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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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