Cherokee Blood
I, born of the Cherokee man,
As their mothers and fathers were,
No blending to erase because of race,
I, a full-blooded Cherokee man.
Raised by a white man,
Without Cherokee blood.
Grew old in my blood,
Memories not told.
Known by the Tribe as a white guy,
With Cherokee blood,
Known by the white guy,
As a full Cherokee Man.
Moving forward I wed,
A full Cherokee woman,
Our children, raised by the Tribe,
My ancestry is alive.
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Copyright © Wilbert Webb | Year Posted 2019
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