Native Poem

This native voice, in my head, Is telling me what has to be said. But every time I try to explain, My tongue messes up, And my voice doesn't seem To sound serious enough. Oh what can I do? I feel something, telling me to realize, That there's something I have to save, But I'm not so sure. Maybe there's something in me That means so much more. At the moment I saw that long garment, That the Japanese wear, For their own culture because they really cared, Somehow I feel connected to the Asians. I feel that the Japanese destiny I see, Is probably telling me To embrace my own culture too. Just like how the other countries and nations knew, But I guess my ancestors Were probably so lighthearted and wise, That Europeans and Americans Taking over was no surprise. Sometimes the inner native pride in me, Is telling me to accomplish One of my pre-made destinies, But in a world full of different things, I'm not sure who I am exactly, But someday I know I'll understand. Maybe if I were to go to Japan, And speak to their elders, I bet they would ask me Why I abandoned my language and tradition. Then I'd realized that I'm on a mission, To see what I can do, Then maybe in the end... I'll be done and through, But then again I'm not so sure. All I'm asking for; is for more... Time and opportunity, I don't want anybody rushing me. Plus I need more inspiration and creativity: To try to evolve my own culture Into something more. But what is a girl supposed to do, In a world full of things... Marissa Faries Circa. 2010 (Age: 15)