Proud Native American Man

Proud Native American Man

My friends are the wind, trees and the babbling brooks. I walk the valleys with no tribe it seems. I will not be found on the Native American tribal member rolls. Some ancestry lives on, written inside on spiritual scrolls. The words are etched upon my face and on my mother's too. I see it in the memory of my grandmother's grace. The word Ojibwa was all I knew; and though our blood was washed clean with a terrible lie, my spiritual ancestry will never die. In my heart I embrace the life of a "Proud Native American Man."

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