by Kimberly Adley

Created on: May 05, 2008   Last Updated: August 10, 2008

Down my cheek slides

a single tear, for the Buffalo,

We no longer hear.

Visions of home,

I can no longer see,

for many moons passing,

has erased them from me.

Dignity forgotten,

our heads held in shame,

as we were forcefully marched here

and given new names.

Our language not spoken,

the White Man forbid,

the words I have known, since I was a kid.

My heart still broken,

for my people that fell,

along that cold, harsh, treacherous trail.

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