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~~~NATIVE
BEAUTY~~~
My Calling
I hear the call from the Spirits that have lingered on
Giving me the insight to write about what they endured.
Revealing the truth, sadness and torture they encountered
Killing me softly as my heart aches for them;
I want to turn back the hands of time
where the land WAS FREE and Mother Nature was well.
Torture is my life for I can not help but cry
longing to ease the pain, stop the tears
and become as one again.
It makes not difference who we are
or what Tribe we come from
we are Brother's and Sister's in the Nations.
Forgive me if I sound sad in this
my heart is too big for my body
it is forever giving and no room for receiving.
I pray oh Great Spirit our people will be free
that the Purple buffalo will roam once more
and the wolf will forever howl at the unashamed moon.
I pray oh Great Spirit that you comfort the spirits
who have not yet found rest, dry the tears that my heart cries
and heal the wounded in spirit and of heart.
I know my calling now...
it is to share what lies within me and my heart.
ALLY
©2005
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Do visit Ally's website and see
more of her lovely poetry and
learn more about her
Native American Heritage..
MORE SHORT POEMS by
ALLY©2005
Native Beauty
My Heritage
I am a Native
my skin tan my hair dark
I am Blackfeet Tribe
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Sekotan
One who seeks the sun
A Native American woman
with dark hair
blue eyes
and a deep tan.
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Blackfeet Tribe is my blood
soaking up the warmth of the sun
I am honored of my heritage
I am proud of who I am
Sekotan
ALLY©2005
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