By Daniel Thomas
Great Spirit shed light on my path second generation orphan, native nomad. Just a young man cub, raised without a mother’s love. The underdog nobody wanted to see win. Born in sin? No. But I walk a black road. Fugitive, no home on my homeland. Live so fast, they buried me alive. Nationwide, I was made to fight, before I knew what I was fighting for. Going back to my roots on the Powwow Highway. Drive through States? Naw, NDN country. To dance for the hunnies. I never felt so lucky. See the way they look at me, and I got a pitched teepee. Animal furs and star quilts at the camp that I built. Count coup all night long. To those stick game songs. Until I’m on the road again and the highway don’t care, that you braided my hair. Many more miles to bear. I’ll see you at the crossroads, so you won’t be lonely. A friend with benefits, your home. No matter the weather. I’d walk through lightning, just to give you a feather. A journey of the heart. A quest of the spirit, gather round the fire. I’d like you to hear it.