Yahni's Words

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A DREAM I am sitting on a hillside. I am looking down at my people, cooking, making clothes, jewlry etc. Everyone is happy. The children are laughing, playing games and eating. Everyone is so free. There are many buffalo and animals roaming about. Nations are gathered with other Nations sharing their hard work and food. There are flutes, and drums and lots of dancing. It is all good. The sweat lodges are full and the sacred pipe is burning. They show only hope no fear. I leave the hill and walk down and join my beautiful people. I feel nothing but pure love and appreciate the Mother Earth beneath my feet that we own. All of a sudden I break into a terrible sweat beyond anything you can imagine. I start to shake and open my eyes to realize I am crying and sad because....It was just a dream.... Copyrights Owned By: Yawnic_Waya
Gathering Spirits The red man cry to the Spirits of their loved ones through song, flute, dancing and drum hoping an answer will be heard. They wait for Wankantanka to lead them to their loved ones. One by one they will meet and rejoice in their new life beyond our ever existance. They cry to the Spirits for hope and answer...Why was our land taken away? Why was our family destroyed? Because of greed? They cry "Wankantanka and ask for the Spirits of their frends and families,,, who's voices they cannot hear.
I Am Not A Savage I am Indian Proud of the name... Apache warrior with spirit and flame... I stand and fight with dignity... A savage I'm not! In the land of the free? say what you must with white mans words.. If your heart doesn't hear than you never really heard... So don't judge me by your own flaws... A savage I'm not by your white mans laws... Together we'll live on our Mother Earth... "til the last moon rises for all it's worth.. We'll stand and fight if we see you're wrong... A savage I'm not... I stick to my song.... Copywritten By: Yawnic_Waya
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Think Of Me Our ancestors that died, who once lived long ago... carry on in me, they live now in my soul...So many people pass, and never say good-bye...Then they are forgotten, it makes me want to cry...I know there'll come a time, it's plain as it can be....I'll have to say good-bye, will you remember me???
HU LISTEN It' time to finish wiping the tears of our nation!