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HALFBREED
Not Indian, not White
They call me Half-Breed
Where is my heart?
And what is my need?
An old man once told me
That I'd learn to be strong;
If I let go of hatred
Life would carry me along
So I stopped learning hate
And started to learn love
I began putting trust
In our creator above
My skin may be light
But my blood it runs red
I know who I am
And I don't care what is said
Now I'm an Elder
That is such an Honor;
To be thought of as wise
And to help those who are younger
Copyright ©August 1992 Dee Johnston
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