Loving my culture as a Navajo woman |
There are those days when you know we've met a crossroad Right or left has never been more confusing Life's maps don't usually navigate our shortcomings There are those paths full of green blades, yellow sunrises, & a crisp breeze I've also traveled that path full of quick sand & sharp edges I've captured each memory in a balloon and sent it to heaven When I get there I know I'll have mountains of happiness to speak of As for the black notes I've decided to burn them I will send the ashes back down as lessons learned for the next generation Seeds will grow from these lessons and turn into changes Darkness will falter to shift into luminous tones Beautiful will be those purples, blues, greens and pinks Time will no longer have its boundaries Freedom will be spread from those of native tongues Of native minds Of native hearts These native tongues, minds and hearts will give birth to purity Purity will reflect on our faces On our hands On our lands Lessons will transition into creativeness No longer will we be silent Rising from the ashes of what was once unknown Can now be the right hand of our people Steady Strong Swift Creation will set in our right hand |