This is a repost--but one of my favourite that I have done. It is in honour of the Native Americans, a culture rich and sad at the same time..it is one that I am proud to be a part of!

( Teala is Little Bird in Cherokee)


Savage

Our land was stolen
Our women, raped
Our children, enslaved
We were stolen from,
Beaten down and confused
We became addicted,
Inflicted with disease
Our ancient ways, torn apart
We were murdered,
Taken advantage of
We were bartered, lied to,
and in the end, this being most ironic,
were called Savage.




Poetry by Teala
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Written on 2006-06-12 at 19:25

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Spirit Cherokee
I am cherokee as well, You should also read my poem Cherokee Tribe. This was very well written and very truthfull.
2006-08-19


Arti
We tend to demonize that which we fear or do not understand...
Thank you for reposting it!
I like your name too!:P
((hugs))
Arti.
2006-06-14


Mirage
I know, so true so true...

This so very poignant, sad and yet beautiful poem reminds me.., of how much joy the Native Americans has given me, through what is left of there culture in writings and other stuff.
I wish I were a Native American in a former life, before all this rape and enslavery started!


You should really be proud to be a part of that culture! Nice name by the way (-:
2006-06-12