A poem About the Native Americans During European Invasion.

People record the changes, but a bird, a bear, and a bunny, will not know what the lives of their ancestors was like, nor what their life really should be like.

It’s about the equality of humankind and the common good which their religion intend to propagate.

Short stories and poems are in our DNA.

Hands are something that has been on my mind this weekend, as I visited with my children.

Every day as a small child, I would stop by my Great Aunts room and ask if she would like some fresh water. Mostly she was bedridden, I remember it was very painful for her to move. She’s been dead for many years but she still lives on in my memory.

A quilt pf squares my that has been past down from my ancestors. It is comprised of different memories and has sentimental value of a heritage that we are proud of.

Written in response to the controversy surrounding the use of the “n” word.

To all the one’s who have sacrificed all for us to be here…

We are not alone.