Heritage

The blood of my ancestors flows through my veins,
From a people who lived long ago wild and free,
I can feel the spirits of my grandmothers and grandfathers as they guide me through this life in between two worlds,
The white world tells me to forget about the history, that it is all in the past,
The Native world tells me to remember everything and pass it on to the children of my sister,
It is an ongoing conflict for the white world does not see me,
It is only when I am alone that I am free.
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