Motherland

Home faraway drenched in a heavenly glow

Shrouded generationally by times snow

Animals roaming free along the grass.

Bright beautiful golden brown lining the fur

Hiding a form of youth that I do not know

Running wild being left out run by the native child

Home Here in the motherland ready

Reaching for the hand of my brother man

Trying to pick my fellow man up off the ground

Here dousing myself in the cultrality of this side.

My motherland sinking into the bosom of the mother.

My father left her in the sand, for another woman

Left his children alone to stand on legs to weak .

Consuming hate from the golden chalice

Now we wait , waiting here ,

For the mother to make her plan

Almost out of food wondering preparing to take her child

Out into the wild, Dancing with wolves

Here again running with the wild in my motherland

I am an ornament on my mothers stand.

Surviving letting my culture be absorbed through the wind.