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The Breed

Sometimes within the walls of today
We simply search for another way

To make this day all it should be
I must learn to live eternally

A blessing given or one took
I live my life inside a book

Each new day is another page 
I sit in the circle and burn my sage

Asking Grandfather to help me see
Exactly what a true man should be

With the blood of an Indian and of a white
Life is most certainly a spiritual fight

Half of me hates how the other half-lives
The white man took all the Indian gives

Then the white man decided to take some more
Slaughtered the Indians from shore to shore 

Brought an end to a beautiful way of life
“We will kill the man and rape the wife”

They called us heathens but don’t you know
Was the white man that had a heathen’s soul

Half and half, the blood of a breed
Poisoned by a white mans seed

It’s my Indian half I love the most
My white half is turning into a ghost 

Through my veins flows the blood of a brave
Though I lived my life as my white halves slave

Jesus Christ, nailed to the cross for me
Now my Indian half enjoys living free

Though freedom is a frame of mind
In the circle of life it’s truth I find

With each new poem I’m able to see
A little bit deeper up inside of me

Which enables my soul to truly live
Making my heart strong enough to give

All the faith that is found in a seed
I reckon half and half, is good breed

Posted in respects to James Fraser

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Date: 5/23/2009 4:39:00 PM
You had me with this powerful write Michael until you got to a line about something that does more to enslave and destroy native ciultures all over this planet ... religions. The truth will set you free, my friend and there is more to love about the myths and legends of Native Americans than any man-made dogma and shame. Glad there are so many different views here at the Soup ... LOL ... love ya, Michael.
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Date: 5/22/2009 1:30:00 PM
i am white all white but im ashamed of how white people treated and still treat the coloured people sometimes,i hate racism ,injustice,i fight against it and i hear the cry of those being abused cos of the beautiful dark colour they owe,wonderful write my friend and i hope you ll be better,i pray for you kiddo--charma
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Date: 5/21/2009 7:07:00 AM
I had to read James' poem, which I somehow missed along the way (and need to go back and comment on) before I commented here. Love how his words inspired yours. At first I thought this was for Abe's new contest as a picture appeared before my eyes. A powerful, heartfelt tribute here Michael. Always remember how shocked and embarrassed I was learning the truth of how we destroyed so much of the American Indian culture, one of which holds great beauty and pride within my heart. Love, Shar
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Date: 5/21/2009 12:44:00 AM
Excellent tribute poetry Michael.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments
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Date: 5/20/2009 3:31:00 PM
I mean Michael!!!! Sorry, was looking at Jame's comments when I wrote mine! Slip of the typo. Forgive. :)
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Date: 5/20/2009 3:30:00 PM
oh wow James! This outstanding! the story, the thought, the meaning and the personal reflections. Very moving. Very amazing write my friend. Thank you for sharing yourself with us.
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Date: 5/20/2009 2:25:00 PM
I really enjoyed this verse Mike. While you're healing, perhaps a bit of research into the belief system of your indian half would give you even more perspective? Many of us feel "half breed"..half man/half woman..human..have jewish have christian...humanist....soft could we ever see and appreciate all the differences if we didn't acknowlege them in ourselves? Light/Love & healing
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Date: 5/20/2009 2:16:00 PM
Wowee Michael, this brought a tear to my eye, native indians have been with me as long as i remember, even my father could'nt understand why i always wanted the indians to win. It will take a deep searching of write for me or anyone to cap this poem. A new word has to be created to mark this work, awesome, incredible, magnificent and so many more commended words, its heading to my favs, Thank you - always your friend, James..
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Date: 5/20/2009 2:12:00 PM
What a thought provoking and inspirational poem. Nice dedication to James. I hope you are recovering well from your fall. Thank you for sharing your talent with us and for your congrats. Keep on writing my friend! Karen
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Date: 5/20/2009 12:34:00 PM
We certainly did destroy much of the spiritual qualities that Native Americans espoused. How wonderful that you maintain your own spirituality, MJ. James will love this poem as much as I do. (He's a remarkable writer, isn't he? Hope you let him know you posted this.) And I hope you are recovering from your fall. My admiration and prayers go out to you. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 5/20/2009 11:54:00 AM
Smile~I so sincerely love "Your" writing as of late Michael~I was telling someone near unto myself about it just the other day...."You" have seemed to regain "Your" jewels of soulful depth and edge, which I remember viewing when I first met "You" two and a half years ago~But I would even say even more so than even then!!!":):)~Smile, and I love it soo very much~"Just As I Love You"~"Beautiful Poem Michael, Again!!!"~"My Love Always To You & Your Loves, Forever, John!!!"~Have A Beautiful Day!!:)~
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Date: 5/20/2009 10:29:00 AM
I know how you feel I am a Native.. and half I still go by my Indian believes.. I am a Brave.. a Warror... for christ... I love you brother... Apachee.. is what I am...
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