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A Loss
Listen! . . . . a lone sorrowful
cry in the night,
The mother wolf has lost her onlv
child
to the
great
white
hunter
who kills for k ic k s ...........
fo u r p o em s
by c h a r le n e
Pride & Prejudice
Rubber faces disguised with earnest smiles
which are only phony covers
for a heart
filled with pity.
Multitudes of minorities,
Each face reflecting another’s sorrows.
Each voice meeting his own.
A melting pot of races
Wants discarded and ignored
A struggle for pride.
Heads held high.
Chins abrupt.
Chests bloated
Shoulders proud.
Inside lonliness still
Exists, once a sharp pain.
Now a calloused throb.
Yearning lingers within the
Glint of a shiny black eye.
Acceptance is a dream.
Take my hair and pull it.
Take my sight so I may not see.
Take my heart and shatter it.
Take my bones and break them.
Take my soul and condemn it . . . . but 1 beg you,
Leave my heritage.
aKveR Ki'nh
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This Man
He sits under the hot sun,
Sweating, but feeling relaxed.
Clad in an old shirt,
colorful beads,
faded levis,
worn moccasins,
and long hair with a funny hat.
Is he a h ip p ie ? -----
Hell no! He’s my grandpa!
Sleeping Paradise
I hear distant drums,
my ears deceive me.
I see the teepees and smoke
drifting from warm fires,
my eyes play tricks.
I smell cooking meat, pounded
berries and fresh buckskin,
my nose is only teasing.
I feel long braids hanging from
my head,
my hands reach to stroke,
I wake up with tears in my eyes .
I am only dreaming.
Red is my color,
White is yours,
Blue is how I feel,
Because, like the flag stripes,
We are in separate lines.
The food is eaten.
The fires are cold.
The drums have ceased.
The songs have ended.
The dance is over.
The dancers are gone.
My people, where are they?
- - Charlene Bearcub
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