It is not blood that makes a Native American…

It is the soul…

Too many… with the fire of Native blood… walk ignored.

Do not say I am Apache or Kickapoo.

Do not say I am Sioux or Cherokee.

Say… I am of the Mother Tribe...

This is the pain of our children…

To return from the stars without a home or community…

A tribe lost returns… scattered in the wind.

Those who hear must unite and reap the seed of this return.

ONE tribe…ONE Earth…ONE Heart…One People.

Those with ears must build a fire and give thanks this night.

Be united with ONE soul.

Oh, my Children come home…

Teachers step forward without fear…

You are real.

(Author Unknown)

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