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I was born with a face erased
trail of tears dissappear see no trace
A wounded knee trapped in a time and place
The blood from the massacre fills this space
no reservations, murda was the case
that saw no date, too many victims of this hate,
too many children were displaced
Forced to embrace boarding schools,
where pain and anguish, replaced
a child's native language
Kill the Indian save the man, still
where the white Christian aim is
A voice that remains nameless,
Cries for the missing, murdered, women and girls
While breathing the same hope, that can
turn grains of sand into diamonds and pearls
