Native American Voices

03/01/2026

"Wisdom Highlights in the Fire of Time
I do not wear gray as a sign of fading,
I wear it as dawn in my hair.
Each strand is a story the years have gifted,
each line a blessing carried with care.
The elders do not grow old—
they grow deeper, like roots in the earth.
Wisdom shines brighter than any color,
a sacred light of enduring worth. "

03/01/2026

"No One Illegal Under the Ancestor Sky
Borders are only lines drawn by strangers,
but the earth has never belonged to ink.
This soil knows the first language of footsteps,
the old prayers rising with dawn.
We are not guests on our own horizon,
we are the root, the river, the bone.
No one is illegal on stolen land—
when the ancestors still stand in the wind."

02/28/2026

"Honor Is Not a Choice
Being American is paper and law,
A line that history can redraw.
But being Native is sacred blood,
A vow the earth still saw.
It is the eagle in the heartbeat,
The river inside the bone—
Not something claimed by decision,
But something born and known."

02/28/2026

"It Was. It Is. It Will Not Forget.
Blood once soaked beneath a banner newly raised,
while prayers were buried where drums were erased.
The land watched quietly, patient and wide,
holding every story the victors denied.
Time does not wash away what was taken by force,
rivers still speak, mountains stay on their course.
This ground remembers each stolen command—
it was, it is, it will be Native land. "

02/24/2026

SHE BREATHES, AND THE MISSING RETURN
She lifts her face into the old wind,
feathers loosening the ache from her spine,
each breath a prayer braided from grief,
each pulse a drum that refuses erasure.
No sister is gone while her name is spoken.
No silence survives this stance.
She stands —
and the earth stands with her.

10/21/2025