The hardest thing about being a Native American Patriot is ... standing your ground and securing your perimeter, while surrounded by the enemy. The hardest thing about being a Native American Patriot is ... getting up - while others consistently push you down; with their translations of who you ought to be. The hardest thing about being a Native American Patriot is ... being exploited by those that have never held an M-16, and that love to sing, God Bless America, the land of the Free & The Home of us Braves The hardest thing about being a Native American Patriot is ... being patronized by those that have never fired not even one round - down range, and yet they fire us from our jobs, and hire exploited immigrants; and they call themselves American Men, Welcome Home, mijo! The hardest thing about being a Native American Patriot is ... being judged by those that have never humped in your boots through the snow, through the deserts, through the woods, through the jungles, through Iraq, and or through Afghanistan. The hardest thing about being a Native American Patriot is ... Is being misunderstood by those that have never felt the imminent threat, that is Nuclear Biological Chemical - War / 1990-1991! The hardest thing about being a Native American Patriot is ... once again, being judged by those that claim to love you, when all they want to do is change you; because they want you to be - not who you are, but who they believe you ought to be. I am surrounded by darkness, greed, loneliness, and uncertainty, however, I was born in the San Gabriel Valley, the land of our native ancestors, and as a child, I felt the breath of Death, so dont attempt to scare me. And as I rode out that wave of fear, I awakened only to be ... molested, and taunted by the wealth that is Southern California - Orange County. And as I venture through the streets of our urban cities, that are filled with the homeless, {my brothers,} and the undocumented, {my cousins, that laugh at me,} I ride alone not, through the alleys that are filled with the stench of urine, and other dumped biological / chemical threats, I ride alone, and I fear no evil for thou are with me, and the shadows of The Fallen are also with me, for they are the clouds that protect me; and you want me to abandon their memory? No can do, for they are now a part of me. ... Plumas, The Semper Fidelis Urban City Native American Ghost Dancer / Poet. PS ... I dont need your religions for the Great Spirit is always with me, Mitakuye Oyasin.
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 19:30:32 +0000
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