I love you for your dark skin
And the rounded darkness
of your breast,
I love you for the heartbreak in your voice
And shadows where your brown eyelids rest.
Something
of elder forgotten squaws
Stands in the blackness of your braids.
And something of the savage Indian
Cries in the
rhythm of your heart beat.
Oh, little Indian girl,
Born for heart break
Keep all you have of Indian
Princess
Forgetting that you were once hunted
And let your full lips laugh at fate!
Cutting off your long
black braids,
black and white robes
didn't know your religion.
Your Native Spirit was in your hair
Falling
to the floor, being swept away.
