MY LIFE
My Great Grandmother made fry bread
Cured colds with chicken poop tea
Got rid of scars with herbs
Cut grass on hands and knees

Braided my hair
Sang the element song
Smudged us with sage
When we didn't get along

My grandmother fixed bee stings
With tobacco or bay
Made baskets of vines
Bowls out of red clay

My dad hunts for meat
No matter how small
We were always fed
Enough for all

The garden is tended
Plenty from the ground
Us kids gathering eggs
Running around

We all enjoy the sunshine
Fires by night
Drums that cause
My soul to take flight

My childhood was wonderful
Don't know what everyone got to see
I'm absolutely proud
To be Cherokee