...but I'm not Cherokee

...but I'm not Cherokee

A Poem by icaros13
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I go to water at dawn
...but I'm not Cherokee

I smoke my daily prayers
...but I'm not Cherokee

I speak the Mother Tongue
...but I'm not Cherokee

I sing the ancient Songs
...but I'm not Cherokee

I dance around the fire
...but I'm not Cherokee

I am Gaduwa
...but I'm not Cherokee



© 2015 icaros13


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Reminds me of a friend of mine. It is sad to be denied by those who claim to be for all..But the lure of power is like that..and I am sure those that do, will answer to their ancestors..
The important thing..You know.. who you are and what that means ( :

Posted 9 Years Ago


well I believe we all have indian blood,my great grand mother married my great grand father
you can look at there photos and plain to see the Cherokee in them both,him more than her

great write

Posted 9 Years Ago


We are all states of matter, relating earth to the solid state, water to liquid, air to gaseous and fire to plasma. but I am not a scientist or a God.....I am a spirit :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


The old indian in the "keep it beautiful America" that captured every ones heart was Italian, not native, but his soul was native. He dressed , spoke, lived the native life, sometimes it's more about attitude and desire than blood, kinda like a man being a bio father and never stepping up and someone being a foster dad and raising a kid with all his heart. who's the real father, Indian? ps, I loved this :)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Suu84khNGY

Posted 9 Years Ago


Corset

9 Years Ago

I do too, but I think you are right, I don't live the life, I wouldn't even know how, but my mother .. read more
icaros13

9 Years Ago

I bet that sometimes, late at night when the noises of the western world subside, the fire calls you.. read more
Corset

9 Years Ago

more often than not ...

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Added on August 24, 2015
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icaros13

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For we have thought the larger thoughts And gone the shorter way. And we have danced to devil's tunes, Shivering home to pray; To serve one master in the night, Another in the day. ..I do love.. more..

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