Tammy Reams Poet Concrete

Proud

A young man no more then twelve with a skirt made of pelt
is about to become a man a life that is time planned

He stands tall with no fears before his elders for he is fierce within his heart
his eyes looking only at the spear to become his and the feather headgear

His chest made bare standing out very proud with painted colors of red and brown
from the sacred ground
his Chief will pierce his soul and make him ready for the battleground

An ancient stone from his ancestors who have passed on as sharp as glass
the color of blood a beautiful jasper will pierce his skin and make him a man

A proud Cayenne.

T Reams

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Andrea Dietrich March 9, 2015 at 6:14 PM I am a wee bit Cherokee. WEll, to lock your contest, just go to your main contest page, that used to get it started and scroll down till you see Locked yes, or no. 'Then to finalize it you have to go through the judging steps and do each one and then you can click on finalize and also I think you have to date it at the end, in order for it to show a winner list. Tammy Reams March 9, 2015 at 9:34 PM Thanks a million on the help. I hope I did not hurt any ones feelings on my first contest. Hey I noticed on your profile you did chap books and had them published. I have been thanking about doing the same but I'm not real sure how they work or where to start. I have done some research but your input would be really great. Thanks again for all your help!

Andrea Dietrich March 9, 2015 at 6:12 PM scary stuff to become a man in some cultures. Did you ever see A Man Called Horse. They hung the braves from their chest with a hook thing. I assume it was not fictional. ARe you native american? Tammy Reams March 9, 2015 at 9:29 PM Yes I did see A Man Called Horse. It was a good movie. I have very little native American in me. I think my Dad has a 1/4 so that kind of leaves me out.

Njeri Hunjeri February 23, 2015 at 9:29 PM I enjoyed this rights of passage poem. Thanx for sharing#7 Tammy Reams February 24, 2015 at 8:19 AM Thank you njeri for your nice comment.