Red Hands

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