I Am Cherokee …
by Marge Tindal
The blood that courses through my veins
Runs true to the Cherokee.
I am the blood of my people.
I am Cherokee.
The trail that my forefathers walked,
Saturated in their tears,
The trail has become my trial
I listen with their ears.
I heard the wailing of the Cherokee
Proud of the salty tears,
I cry the tears of the Cherokee
Even after all these years.
I walk the trail that they cried,
I hear their voices frail,
I bear the blood of the Cherokee.
Damn this worthless trail.
'Trail Of Tears' of the Cherokee,
Long remembered in shame.
I cry out for the Cherokee.
I wear the Cherokee name.
Hear me loud and hear me clear,
No head hung in sorrow …
For I am the proud Cherokee
Waiting for tomorrow.
I will regain what my forefathers lost.
I will stand and show my pride.
And all the spirits of the lost Cherokee
Will be standing at my side.
I am the proud Cherokee.
You honor me to remember my name.
In the name of all Cherokee
My rights I do reclaim.
<~~~~~~~~> I am Cherokee
<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> I am Cherokee
<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> I am Cherokee
volume 10(6)
This poem is copyright © 1999,
Marge Tindal, all rights reserved.
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