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"let Truth Be Told, Part 1"

Yeah, I may be white,
But someone needs to speak out right?
Bring things into the light,
Expose all the lies,
For I believe in the most high.

Our ancestors were straight terrorist from the beginning of time,
Raping, killing, lying, and stealing land saying "this land is mine!"
Our ancestors rewrote history knowing they were lying,
Standing there watching with no emotion while Native Americans were dying.

Why do you think Native Americans hate Thanksgiving?
The Pilgrim and the Indian story was a fantasy living,
How could the white man ever been forgiven,
When MOST Native Americans were tricked,wiped out, and no longer living.

P.S- Part 2 coming soon, so stay tuned.

Copyright © Angel Jackson-Abner | Year Posted 2009

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Date: 7/25/2016 12:40:00 AM

Angela,, enjoyed reading your poem today. ,Thank you for sharing your words. Hope to see you post again.... *SKAT*
Date: 10/6/2009 6:53:00 AM

I am glad I did not live back then, who knows the real truth? keep sharing.
Date: 10/5/2009 4:14:00 AM

I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Angel. I also wish you the best in your writing endeavors. If you have questions please feel free to ask anyone here. We are all willing to help and if we don't know the answer we will find someone who does. Love, Carol
Date: 10/4/2009 11:25:00 PM

Interesting thoughts put to pen. Do you think all the ancestors were bad? Were not some really different? I don't know because I did not live then and have not had any tales told to me of the past from my people because I was adopted and know what my adopted family told me which did not go back to far. Keep writing. Sara

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