Wounded Spirit



They came from across the sea but finding you they had not planned, you welcomed them with open arms and willingly shared your land. You shared your great knowledge and taught them many things, you shared your Great Spirit and offered great blessings. Instead of responding with gratitude their hearts turned sour and they responded with greed and hunger for power. They took your freedom, your rights and your land, you had no choice but to give up and disband. You’re forced to live in poverty and unhealthy conditions, good healthcare is non existent so your bad health is persistent. How can such beautiful and loving people be treated so bad? You deserve so much more, this makes my heart sad. You are intelligent, loving and strong and you never did one single thing wrong. You are working hard and doing the best you can and this makes me so proud to be Native American.

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This poem is about my ancestors and how they were and still are being treated

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Written on October 30, 2023

Submitted by Athomentexas2002 on November 07, 2023

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Tonya Richardson

I’m a 54 year old married mother of 2 daughters. I suffer from severe anxiety and depression. Poetry is my way of coping. more…

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  • roseptl1929
    Connection to the poem
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  • Langer
    Absolutely loved this poem! It definitely spoke to my soul! Also sorry that history went the way it did! Thank you for sharing this poem!
    LikeReply4 months ago
  • alaustin
    There were several entries that were well worded, thoughtful, and sincere. This one, however, was the most glaring telling of truth that I had the privilege of imbibing. Each turn of phrase was met with a turn of the stomach. That is to say, gut wrenching, yet with a warmth that ties it all together. That warmth becomes increasingly evident through the acknowledgement of no fault on the part of the offended yet pride in those same persons whose resiliency is so eloquently penned. I do sincerely say thank you for bearing your soul and by extension, the souls of those wronged, past and sadly present. Great work and please continue speaking truth to power! 
    LikeReply4 months ago

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