Indian Girl

--Virginia Slim-- Different eyes, the same world Ancient skin, dirty Indian Girl Smokey, eyes, exotic raven hair ---Now listen to the colors, of transformation, On the day she was born, the wind blew in, A blessing ---her soul, fallen from the heavens A gorgeous puff of smoke, Miss Virginia Slim Able to walk the world with an open mind, she twirls Pocahontas, one of her many names. She carves, and climbs on trees, this little Indian Girl, Her feathers ride with the wind, against her red titian skin Daughter of Chief Powhatan, a powerful tribal, red man Peace and love with the Indians of her Virginia Lands, Many myths, many stories, maybe a mad woman, A new Christian, living sad poverty, a silent hero, Twisted tales, from savage green to ivory white religion In her eyes, life never was about greed and skin Her new look attained an altitude precision Pocahontas tricked and captured, Set to sail another tribe, lands were taken over, Boat sailed out of Virginia Lands Tribes acclaimed her to be wild and ambitious "The naughty one," searching for admission Native American child, before the princess, Her beautiful soul, a short auspicious beginning Leaving her world, beautiful and fearless Forgetting her roots-- From Mother Willow's Vision Pocahontas, the Indian Legend from, The Virginia Lands by;PD