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LISTEN! Can you hear them The sounds of the war drums The cries for battle The thundering of Hundreds of horses Many willing to die with honor Many willing to sacrifice Many ready to die
Elisi Said {Elisi- Cherokee for “grandmother”} Because I love him, I’d have let him slay the wolf… But I could have just as easily done it myself. Because I love him, I waited for him in a tower,
We've grown up being told that we can become anything. But the white lies turn into  the darkness that consumes you. Because once your hopes get high enough, they come crashing down and
Promised Land   it was midnight on a windswept friday, early july, when i realized that my entire nation was a hand-me-down, a last-minute
I. Throughout my years of unstandardized history classes, I’ve been taught about Columbus And Vespucci And John Smith.   I’ve been taught this country was stolen From the friendly and naïve.
I rememebr the dolI I would play with In the Buffalograss with my friends.
We were here before you We are the real "Americans" You spread your diseases and took our land
sometimes i look at historythrough a microscopeand i feel so stingingly,gut-splicingly ashamedfor what happenedfor what is happeningfor what will happen  
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