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You gave me a dream catcher
And said you’d be my Indian Brave.
You won a game of one-on one
And said I was your white buffalo.
You put a band-aid on my knee after I fell
And told me you’d be my Medicine Man.
You laughed at me when I jumped during that big storm,
And said, “Relax, it’s only a Thunderbird.”
You apologized after our first fight
And offered me a Peace Pipe instead of an Olive Branch.
You called me beautiful with eyes of turquoise
And hair of maize.
You built me a tipi out of my sheets
And asked me if I’d like to live there with you.
You carved me a flute out of buffalo bone
And played me a song to the drums only you can hear.
You invited me to family dinner
And your sisters braided feathers in my hair.
You told me that people could mistake me for Irene Bedard
And you had to explain to me who she was.
You asked me if God was red or white
And I told you that I didn’t think God had a race.
You told me that sometimes you feel like Crazy Horse
And other times you feel like Tonto.
You once held me so close that I could finally hear the beating drum,
And then your parents came home and we sat on opposite sides of your room.
You kissed me and said you wanted me to stay
But you never offered to leave with me.
And said you’d be my Indian Brave.
You won a game of one-on one
And said I was your white buffalo.
You put a band-aid on my knee after I fell
And told me you’d be my Medicine Man.
You laughed at me when I jumped during that big storm,
And said, “Relax, it’s only a Thunderbird.”
You apologized after our first fight
And offered me a Peace Pipe instead of an Olive Branch.
You called me beautiful with eyes of turquoise
And hair of maize.
You built me a tipi out of my sheets
And asked me if I’d like to live there with you.
You carved me a flute out of buffalo bone
And played me a song to the drums only you can hear.
You invited me to family dinner
And your sisters braided feathers in my hair.
You told me that people could mistake me for Irene Bedard
And you had to explain to me who she was.
You asked me if God was red or white
And I told you that I didn’t think God had a race.
You told me that sometimes you feel like Crazy Horse
And other times you feel like Tonto.
You once held me so close that I could finally hear the beating drum,
And then your parents came home and we sat on opposite sides of your room.
You kissed me and said you wanted me to stay
But you never offered to leave with me.
Literature
Native American Song
Cries the wolf to the moon
Lovers come upon the cliff edge
Lonely wolf seeking company
Come lovers for the wolf
Cry with him his heart-sick song
And keep him gentle company
Follow calm lovers to his den
To hold his entertainment
Lovers warm him in company
Sighs the wolf in peaceful serenity
No longer lonely, joyous lovers feel
Having some company
The wolf content in his den
His lovers by his side
Until the morning comes and hes lonely again
Literature
I am Native American
Poem: In the beginning i was here,
Long before the white man and his diseases, his religions, and his warlike ways.
I lived upon the land for countless moons in harmony with the Great Spirit,
Honoring all life around me.
In this land called Kan-tu-kee, the great meadow, the dark bloody ground,
I was known as Shawnee, Cherokee, Iroquois, Creek....
I AM NATIVE AMERICAN.
Story:
Rayne was good friends with the chief's daughter. She had no parents so the chief took her in as his won daughter. Rayne and the chief's daughter, Skye, always played and ran through th
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This is supposed to be about an white girl who is in love with a Native American boy. She feels disconnected from him because they don't share similar backgrounds. He tries to show her how they are similar, but when she fells like she has to go, he fells like he can't.
This piece was not meant to offend anyone. I have a huge respect and curiosity for Native American culture and I researched the references in this poem.
This poem is intended to be more about the disconnect between the characters than it is a reflection upon society in general.
This piece was not meant to offend anyone. I have a huge respect and curiosity for Native American culture and I researched the references in this poem.
This poem is intended to be more about the disconnect between the characters than it is a reflection upon society in general.
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Wow,.... that was just awe-inspireing,... I'm 2/3's Sioux and Cherokee, this was beautiful.... And I thank you for writing it.