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
Copyright © Tammy Reams | Year Posted 2015
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