Poems/Stories by Andrew Two Feathers
Indian/Black



Wings
The Walk
Native Sister


Wings

I was lost and searching
a wandering soul
running from answers
out of control
distrusting and cold
torn severly apart
when you wrapped your wings
around my heart
gently and easily
you eased my pain
and cleansed the wounds
I ignored no rain
your precious love
strong and kind
healed the scars
that hunted my mind
you gathered the pieces
of a broken man
and implanted desire
to live again
you gave me an ending
a new place to start
you wrapped loving wings
around my heart

copyright© by Andrew Two Feathers


The Walk

It is hard to say
whether night or day
when I feel this way
it don't matter anyway.
I long to be; to find the peace,
feel the sunshine rise...
inside of me.

It's long, this walk
that I've taken on
and it's long this walk
where I am going to
yes, it's long the walk
to free my soul.

If you wonder why
you don't see my cry,
the tears on my face
wind wiped them dry
I long to be, to find the peace
feel the sunshine rise...
inside of me.

copyright© by Andrew Two Feathers


Native Sister

Native Sister
lead the way
live in beauty,
face the day.

Let me look at you
to find strength,
as our world changes
stay, strong for me,
where else can I look,
to find shadows
of the past,
who else can I run to,
to remind me
of what we lost.

Native Sister
join the pray,
fight for beauty,
find a way.

On the days of our fathers
it was easy
to find honor.
When the people where whole,
I would know
what I should do.
Now let me look at you
to find strength
as our world changes
stay strong for me.

On the beginning
woman has created
in beauty
in the faces of our
Mothers, Grandmothers,
and Aunties,
we see who we are.

In the times of trials
it is to you
we furn.
On times of trouble,
war, desolation
and racism,
we find refuge in your arms.

Native Sister
watch your peers,
see their beauty,
throughout the years.

Native Sister
with your love
we were born,
Native Sister,
in creation of you
our world turns.

What am I,
in a white world?
Is there a horse to steel,
for honour gain?
Is there an enemy to fight,
that I can count coup?
Our world is gone!

Now I come to you
Native Sister
In times of troubles
war, desolation
and racism,
we find refuge in your love.

Native Sister
In love and beauty
teach your brother
how we should live

copyright© by Andrew Two Feathers