WILD CAT : SEMINOLE
When I was little I saw a white man afar off. I was told he was my enemy.I could not shoot him as I could an animal, yet he came upon me. My horse and fields he took from me. He said he was my friend. He gave me his hand in friendship and I took it. He had a snake in the other, his tongue was forked and he bit me.
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Renae Kemp 1979
My soul longs for freedom. To be free as an Eagle that soars the sky. My soul thirst for my tribal beliefs which are so dear to my heart, If I can only be free, free to exist. I am Indian in a confusng white mans world. In a world that won't let me be free.
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TAOS ELDERS
The boy cried and cried, the blood came out. Finally he died. With his tears our lakes became. With his blood the red clay became. With his body our Mountains became. That is how Earth became.
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AZTEC SCRIBE
There followed a butchery of stabbings, beatings, killing of the unsuspecting Cholulans armed with no bows or arrows, protected by no shields...with no warning the were trecherously, deceitfuly slain.
ALSO:
The might of our arms be known and the courage of our brave hearts.
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Melford Yuzos: Apache
A true Apache? Oh the true Apache sees wealth as your family, that's wealth. Your loved ones that are still alive, not what you have but who you have, that's what's wealth. I'm glad I have the clothes and jewelry I have but I'd be happy just knowing my family lives.
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Folows Bear
I SAW THE RAINDROPS FALL TODAY>>>>FIRST THERE WERE FEW, THEN CAME MANY>>>>
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STONES
I will give my soul to these rocks. I will sit quiet, still knowing...and I will let them take my warmth, my legs and my arms...and I will let them wander through my life....looking out of my eyes while I sit...cool...still...silent....harvest.
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CETANWIN
Wasichus walk into the forest. Stop! Listen! and know this land does not belong to you. It belongs to the one who creatd it! Lay down on your Mother, The Earth. Put your ear to the ground. Listen! Pick up a rock, any rock, hold it close to you. Be still! Lisen! Look into the eyes of your brothers and sisters, the four leggeds, and the winged ones. Listen! We are all related. You belong to the one who created you. Grandfather, now leave the forest quietly, unharmed. Would you harm yourself? Stop! Listen!
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WALK AS WOLF
I walk as wolf alone, A man without a tribe...
A longing in my heart, that nothing can subside...
I long to walk the day, of moments long gone by...
When we were one with nature, and laughter filled the sky...
I called out to te raven, a cousin flying high...
Who beckons them to listen, to his long and mournful cry....
Who will call him to the circle, but my brothers sit as stone....
I will walk my path with nature...I will walk as wolf alone<<<<-----
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JACQUE WINTER: YUROK/TOLOWA
Culture has its beginnings in the roots and traditions which are passed down from generation to generation. From Elder to youth.
Those elements which make up ones cultural background do not depend on where an Individual lives but rather on how an individual lives
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I hope you like what you see
I will add more later. Remember: Be as turtle...
It takes a long time to get where you are going, but when you get there you know where you have been
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