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I long for that day........................When my people will longer be shackled by the chains that the past has placed upon them. Freedom cannot be a struggle for my people. It has to become a mindset, a way of life, a decision, a breath, a realization, and maybe unto their death. Life cannot exist without freedom. Until freedom is realized, embraced, given, or taken, we as a people must never give up our passion, our resolve, our intensity, or our desire for our freedom. The sacrifice of our forefathers was their lives, their dignity, their hope, their land, their blood, their traditions, and their soil, but they never gave up their inner strength- their pride. What must we sacrifice to honor our ancestors and gain our freedom? How high must this sacrifice be? To see the realization of our freedom, it may necessary to give our ultimate sacrifice- our physical freedom, our families, our own lives. Why must ours be any less when the same genocidal force threatens to destroy us today? I long for the day when my people push away the white man’s hand from their throats and they stand up as one and say that enough is enough. I am tired of seeing abuse, feeling despair, and finding tragedy. I am sick and tired of alcoholism, suicide, poverty, disease, and hopelessness. I can no longer be a slave in a society that refers to me as a savage redskin. I am tired of governmental policies that steal sovereignty, trample rights, invade liberties, and destroy our Mother. I am tired of acid rain, litter, and oil spills. I am tired of everything the white man has forced down my throat and branded on the foreheads of my beautiful race. I am tired.I long for the day when the Red Nation arises and puts their foot on the head of the white man’s oppression. It is time to take a stand. It is time for resistance. It is time for sacrifice. I know one day the pride of my people’s spirit will awaken and cut the throat of our displeasure. Mother and Father will arise and reunite in the beauty of yesterday and the promise of the ancients will be realized. I am ready to give my all for my people. I am ready to resist. I am ready to struggle. I am ready to sacrifice. I am tired. I am filled with the Old Blood. It calls me forward to now. It cries for me to give my all for my people. I am filled with the anger of today and the realization that in today’s white society I am nothing. I am filled with tears. They are four thousand strong and they are heavy. The drums beat and the rhythm is heavy. I must walk on and resist. I must struggle. I must long for that day. I will walk in beauty and long for the day..........when my people will be free.Pablo WayaAdisi Conley
Protector of My Heart (Buffalo Spirit) Body: native woman, a strong spirit that upholds my own I feel your heartbeat upon the earth as my ear falls gently upon your chest, natve child, upon the plains of this earth you roam the path of this road I do travel now leads me to your heart and to your smile native embrace, where the night holds my soul so close and your power makes me feel safe protector of my heart, buffalo tracks across the plains of my heart native woman, you are power.Pablo