"Women are the slaves of the world,we make them paint their face and dance" John Lennon (The Beatles) This is a poem I wrote for my sisters.
I went to the tree of life
In the sundance arbor
To pierce for you all
For truth of your death
When the knife went in
My sister Elliott roared
A big mouth wide blood
curdling scream out
A white woman screaming
For the death of red sisters
I gave my blood offering then
I collected deer bones and wrote
these words "To live in hearts we
leave behind is not to die"
I gathered small tuffs of buffalo hair
Tied the hair to bone with yellow ribbon
Hung the bone on my alter for you
I pray everyday that your bones will
sing to us and guide us to where you are
I collected deer bones and wrote
these words "To live in hearts we
leave behind is not to die"
I gathered small tuffs of buffalo hair
Tied the hair to bone with yellow ribbon
Hung the bone on my alter for you
I pray everyday that your bones will
sing to us and guide us to where you are
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