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And my people danced.
The drum pounding out a heartbeat. My people chanted.
Their voices coming from their souls and reaching the spirits. My people dressed in the lavish regalia of their ancestors.
Who are my people?
They are the children of the Great Spirit, made from every ingredient of life, all that sustains life and all that is alive.
My people told stories, truth flowed from their lips, stories that most have heard differently, with many twisted details.
The Americans watched. The Americans listened. They tried to understand. They did understand they felt sorrow.
The new people helped to preserve an ancient culture that lies in everyone’s back yard, here in my land America.
