Native American
Let them see,
Indigenous blood.
Overlook all madness
Let them see the partial son
Rise with pride, not sadness
If you gave,
My face their eyes,
A trait by shape,
And fashion,
Let them see my Cherokee,
Amid my given blackness.
Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2017
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