Native And Cherokee Lovers

03/02/2026

"The Wall of Forgotten Builders
Before stones rose into division,
voices gathered like migrating cranes.
The earth remembers who shaped the first paths,
who sang to rivers before iron arrived.
A red handprint burns like a rising sun,
not of anger but of witnessing.
Walls fall when stories awaken,
and truth walks barefoot through dust."

03/02/2026

"Because We Were Here First
Before the ships, before the flags were sewn,
Our songs were carved in cedar, star, and stone.
The earth held footsteps deeper than time,
A sacred language older than rhyme.
Indigenous is not a day or phrase—
It is survival through a thousand days.
We are the keepers, the original fire,
Still rising higher, still never retiring. "

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

"The Lie That Wears a Crown of Feathers
The skull laughs because it remembers truth,
how power always fears living bones.
Steel decrees crumble like dry leaves,
while ancestors sharpen the air.
What protects us is not what they permit,
but what we carry without asking.
Sovereignty lives past the final breath—
no law outruns the spirit of the land."

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

"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."

02/27/2026

"Hands That Carry the Sacred
May my hands be rivers of giving,
not blades of hunger or pride.
May they build what the world forgets,
and heal what time denied.
Feathers rest in the palm of prayer,
soft as an ancestor’s breath.
We are all related in spirit—
in life, in love, in death. "

10/21/2025