Native American Culture

10/29/2025

10/28/2025

We Walk on Native Land
Beneath the sun, the rivers sing,
Of roots that bloom through everything.
The earth remembers every hand,
That shaped this sacred, stolen land.
We walk in truth, our spirits stand—
Forever part of Mother’s plan.

10/27/2025

Feathers of the Heart
We walk the earth with gentle hands,
To heal the wounds upon these lands.
Our love is stronger than the flame,
Our hearts remember whence we came.
We build with hope, not hate or fear—
For all our children’s dreams are here.

10/27/2025

Whispers of the Sacred Wind
Listen to the wind — it carries song,
Of those who walked this earth so long.
Listen to silence — it softly weaves,
The truth the Spirit still believes.
Listen to your heart — it knows the way,
Through night’s dark hush to dawn’s first ray.
For every breath the Earth imparts,
Is wisdom spoken to open hearts.

10/26/2025

Strong and Resilient
Through silence, pain, and endless years,
Our voices rise, our spirits clear.
The red hand marks what must be told—
Of daughters lost, of hearts grown bold.
We stand unbroken, proud, and free,
The spirit of our ancestry.

10/26/2025

Make America Native Again
Before the borders, before the claim,
This land had spirit, this land had name.
The rivers spoke, the mountains dreamed,
And life flowed pure, as sunlight gleamed.
Drums once echoed through sacred air,
Songs of the people — proud, aware.
We walked with the earth, not over its skin,
The circle of life was found within.
Now voices rise, both old and plain,
To call the truth through loss and pain:
You cannot erase where it began —
Make America Native again.

10/25/2025

No More Stolen Sisters
Their voices echo through the pine,
songs once silenced now align.
Red handprints mark the pain they bore,
but their spirits rise — forevermore.
No more shall tears fall without a name,
no more hearts lost to forgotten flame.
For every sister, every cry unheard,
we lift our hands,
we keep our word. 🔴✨

10/25/2025

Trail of Tears
Beneath the sky so cold, so wide,
Our people walked, our children cried.
Through hunger’s pain, through death’s embrace,
They marched with sorrow on their face.
Four thousand souls the earth now keeps,
Their voices whisper where silence sleeps.
Remember them — their truth, their years,
Carved forever in our tears.