Squaw Poems - Poems about Squaw

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White feather was warned Crow Squaw was insane Crazy in the head, some said Speaks tongues, think it’s from Father Sky He had never met her before today The day he died But came back to life After she found him on the battlefield And found a tiny pulse She took him home and nurtured him In the old ways The ways of the ancestors The...

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You wear your feathers proudly like a tribal chief. However, the things you do cause your better half’s grief. You gamble away the wampum that was meant for groceries. That money can’t be picked as if it grows on trees. Other females are taken in as if they were refugees. How many nights have you spent in other tepees? You load...

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My Indian Squaw is a beauty. Keeping me happy is her duty. But an Indian giver in every way. When I try to get her to play. She turns up her nose and acts very snooty! *For PD's Indian giver contest....

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