I am from the northern plains, from fry bread and nights of dancing in beaded moccasins and gathering around a drum.
I am from the Triangular tipis, which are buffalo skin covered canvases that are warm for there is a fire lit inside
I am from the swaying buffalo grass the blood red choke cherries and the sugary sweet tasting grass.
I am from Storytelling and sacred ceremonies. From Sitting Bull and Sacajawea. I am from the Tunkasila of my people and the burning sage for smudging
From saying Toksha Ake Wacinyuanktin Ktelo and Mitakuye Oyasin after receiving something
I am from the smoking of the Chanupa, which everyone knows it as a Peace pipe
I'm from the pine ridge reservation, blue corn and the invention of pemmican
From the journey of Pocahontas to the massacre at Wounded Knee. I am from a rich culture that is still a huge mystery to most people.