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