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I stand proud before you now,
straight, with no head hung bow.
for all the world to know and see...
I know my heart to be Cherokee.




Parents would shame,
and forbid the Cherokee name.
denying their own Cherokee birth,
on this Great Spirit's earth.


As I went to school each day,
we all looked the same way.
For who among us can define,
what is carried in Spirit or bloodline?




How to judge what creature,
by one's facial feature...
the cut of the chin or color of skin,
what spirit or kin lies within?


All across this great American land,
flows Indian Spirit from tribe and band!
The spirit and blood flows rich in me...
the same Indian Spirit in you might be...




Why fight and shame each other,
when the Spirit and blood call you brother?
Lift your eyes up to the clouds,
stand your Indian Spirits proud!


Ancestors from old with...
hearts shamed, and cold, within...
our time are long since dead so,
claim your blood's Spirit and move ahead.




Across all this great and glorious nation...
let's enjoy the Great Spirit's creation.
Indian spirits live strong in woman and man,
so together let's stand proud in this great land.


Barbara LaBarbera
(LadyBleaux)© 2003
Used With Permission
hpbobbi@cs.com









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