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Do you live in a tipi?
Do you ride a horse?
Can you do a rain dance?
Well I’m Indian—of course
Let me ask you some questions,
Was your great-grandma a queen?
Were your greedy ancestors
Who my giving ones seen?
Why don’t you have to carry a card
That tells your blood, degree, and race?
We’re trespassers on our homeland
You don’t think that’s a disgrace?
Native languages are dying
Countless are lost and gone
You see, we need tribal colleges
To learn, teach, and carry on
Would it anger your ancestors
That we’re alive still today?
Sacred songs, stories, ceremonies
They assimilated away
Boarding school abuse, churches,
Allotted tribal lands
They did everything to them
To change today who I am!
Your people broke up families
Generations still mourn in pain
Cut our hair, changed our clothes
Native soul, you can never change
Trails of broken treaties
Trails of tears and blood
Massacres, rapes, and starvation
Murdered children thrown in mud
You hate that we remember
It would be a sin to ever forget
All the victories of survival
This is the revenge they get
We’ve known there’s one above
You didn’t guide us to his light
Education is our new weapon
Sovereignty is still our fight!
Tricia Fields (Mvskoke Creek/Pawnee of the Tiger and Pumpkin Vine clans) is currently majoring in Native American Studies at College of Muscogee Nation and is completing her third associate degree. Having taught a summer Mvskoke language and culture class to children, her aspirations are to teach Native youth. She would also like to be a published writer of Native American themes.
She is thankful to her fiancé Tony and to her children and parents-in-law for supporting her education. Her mentors are her father and all of her grandparents and great grandparents. Tricia is inspired by their love and dedication to their family. She gives credit for her writing to her father Ira Fields, Jr., grandfather Woodrow Haney, and great grandmother Mary Lone Chief Maytubby for always sharing wonderful traditional stories and true accounts of tribal history.