I am from Texas to Canada,
A nomadic tribe that is fond of hunting buffalo,
Making knives and cups from its bones,
And eating its flesh for food.
I am from a religion where everything has a spirit,
Worshipping the Great Spirit who has power over all spirits,
Warrior shields decorated with paint and feathers,
Medicine men that could heal the sick in our society.
I am from tepees that form a circle,
Buffalo hide and deerskin clothing,
Colored paints made from clay and berries,
Feather headdresses and peace pipes.
I am from legging, loincloths and moccasins,
Parfleches to store corn and beans,
Collecting firewood and preparing food,
From storytelling grandparents to sign language for surprise attacks.