Miskó Ki'Zis (Red Sun)

I have been born to a red mother shigo red father Underneath a massive cowboy hat Beneath a weeping tree of willow tresses Below the soft eyes of a red sun wilting Submerged is my heart, my soul in red blood And yet . . . I have been born with the gift of a wabayshka voice Carried on into the day by a rolling pen Held tenderly throughout the evening Cupped quietly across the sea of darkened night Hugged tightly inside the morning kiss on my red skin And yet . . . I have been born with cascading mukaday hair Flowing brown eyes shaded with a breath of black Falling lightly across my skin a whisper of browning Subsiding as brightly as yours is my smile that shines Sighing inside with a quiet mind red as the twilight sun And yet . . . I have been born with a mind as white as snow Within this world of yawning full splendid colour Inside the glowed out gaze of Kooc-hum the watchful moon Amid a washing cast I have been swallowed Among a sea of wind hailed across the earth of my kindred kind so red And yet . . . My people still call me mishimin under my red stained tears