What I See...Is ME!

This moment is me, one in a billion.

I chose this path, the warrior way in a flower dress.

I walked and ran from my demons,

I am scared of being judged before my colors show.

I am ME inside out!

My... grandmother didn't recongize me from the parade,

I grew into something that is ME...doesn't she SEE,

Outside of the reservation, the poverty and pain,

A whole new world of so many opportunities that suits ME.

So many faces, thourgh them all I glean of parts of ME.

My... grandfather didn't get to see who I AM today after so many hurdles,

I drew a masterpiece after masterpiece in the pace of turtles.

I AM LOUD AND CHEERFUL! LET THE NEIGHBORS HEAR MY POW-WOW!

I AM QUIET AND SHY, DON'T LET THAT FOOL YOU WHEN WE PLAY A CHESS GAME.

All I see is me during each failure, fame, fortune of having a friend.

Each time I walk out a door, I make difference that defines of who I AM.

If it means of making my grandmother and grandfather proud of their "Grand"-daughter.

That I AM Native American out of a million unique people.

What I see... is a girl who thinks she knows everything,

A "beautiful" girl who has issues of child trama.

A "wise" girl who knows that life can be a drama.

A "friendly" girl who has a best friend.

I was jealous that she had the support that I want.

I got revenge by ignoring her and I watch her friendship with her best friend fall apart.

She cried a river which I couldn't ignore each time I tried to sleep, 

I felt guitly for the wrong deeds I did to her and I went to her for forgiveness.

That the beatiful girl saw my true colors, I felt the warmth of being forgiven,

And having my best friend back.

I AM that Beautiful, Wise, Friendly girl that had the one moment to be ME in any other way.