Indigenous Poetry

Love is an interesting thing
It makes me wonder why I cry
My tears fall a down a river, of time
Seven people, seven lives and living with seven wives
I want to fit in, here I will try

Strange creatures come out at night, pale white people never die

From state to state
I've tried to live a piece of mind
With hour long times

Strange creatures come out at night, pale white people never die

Indian man
Why don't you love me?
Come around. That's what I wish to hear
Painted face, eyes closed within

So I go through on to the end times
The end times
Onto the end times



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Writer(s): Andrew Magallanes, Magallanes
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