MIXED BLOOD
The home of spirit, of blood and
history. The story of my heart cries
to me.
Mixed blood, half-breed, wannabee
twinkie, culture vulture, the people
shout at me.
You have no right. You are not
full blood. It doesn't matter what
you say, you're not one of us.
I turn to my people, my Ancestry
I am Indian I shout loud in the
lonely valley.
An echo returns from the
mountains that encircle me
you are my child, what you are
meant to be.
Your Ancestors walked the
footsteps of many tribes.
And with that comes wisdom
none can deny. They suffered,
died and fought for their lives
and yes, stood in that lonely valley
and cried.
But the mountains that encircled
them did echo, you are not alone
you are very special. And the
most beautiful voice I did hear
whispered then shouted for all
to hear.
You are Indian!
For it is more than blood or
a card, it's more than fighting
the maddening crowd.
The ones who shout and stare
with scorn, are not the ones in
in which an Indian is born.
It is spirit, it is heart, it's the voices
of your Ancestors and yes, my child,
the shout. The shout of my voice,
which speaks with truth. You are
who you are and this no one can dispute.
You walk this land with love in your
heart. You respect our Mother.
You reach out to another.
You pray with spirit and hold
dear what you have been taught.
You know what you know in your soul
And this cannot be bought.
So, woman in the valley all alone
look around. For there are many
others just like you. Rejected with
scorn by those who shout I am a full blood,
and you don't count.
You count. For you walk this
Road, not one paved with ease
but burdened with pain. Not easy
not vain. Tears and misery face
you, for you are Indian.
Scorn and hatred does not come from a
REAL Indian.
And the valley is filled with many
voices which shout. You are not alone
we are here and we count!
The blood that runs throughout
our veins is the blood of the Indian
that will always remain. When this time
passes and it is long ago, you will have known
that you stood in this valley and you were never
alone.
Svhyeyi Aga ©
Evening Rain - Cherokee
May 12, 2000
Dedicated in respect to all who have
felt this pain. For we are truly Indian.
