We Be Strong

November 21, 2010
By itswar30 BRONZE, Hagerstown, Maryland
itswar30 BRONZE, Hagerstown, Maryland
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My soul, my heart, my life,
Along the Missouri River.
The summer sun burns our backs,
We care for our people and we work hard for them.
Our women are gardening the seeds,
So that we can eat in the winter.
Our men getting ready for the hunt tomorrow,
So we can feast and worship the gods.
I make the baskets with my mother so she can start the weave.

The men shave their heads,
We put all over our bodies.
POW! The fire shoots up into the sky.
The gods hear our song and see us dancing for them.
People around me tell the story of the Sky and Earth people.
Thunder Horse,
comes with a pale man.
The man looks like a bear that has just been shaved.

The cold spring morning falls,
Continuing our strenuous journey.
Our people dying along the way to a new life.
Step by step.
Day by day.
My heart is breaking, crying like a baby calf left behind in the dust.
We have too many ceremonies for the dying and the sick.

We are here!
Our bodies fall to the ground like an apple from the tree.
Our people in joy.

My people and I search for a plentiful wood,
search for red meat,
search for water.
We work hard so we can live good and be free.


The author's comments:
I wrote this piece in the 9th grade for a project. I fell in love with this poem so much! It talks about the life of a tribe that travels so much because of the white men and along the way people start to get sick and die. Its a very sad poem, but it truly shows how life was back in the day and how hard it was for the Indians.

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