Through Skys Eyes

I love to write when i get the chance, but i seem to be so busy these days that i rarely get the chance to write. I love it and i miss it so much, its funny how we put aside the things we love to make way for things we believe is neccesary.

so here is something i scribbled on paper but it is not finished. so forgive the rawness.

I am red and I am beautiful

Even while eating loads of fry bread

I am still beautiful

I’m walking down this path

wearing my blue bling and big blue hooped earings

waving as I see these rez rockets pass

with passengers that I know and love, from now and past.

I think of the past, of family and friends that never last

and of the times we thought our people would not survive the days of fools and gold.

Yes I am red and I am a Beautiful frybread woman

I live in these two worlds simultaneously

but i have it down now, like  intriquite quill and bead work.

but I remember the stories my Ate shared,

of the time they held the knee and fought back for what our ancestors believed.

I still burn sage and make tabacco ties, while sipping on mocha lattes and sending instant message replies.

I guess there are people out there, that call me a modernistic indian, not really red, not really true,

but red is red , no matter who’s eyes you look through.

Red is red, I am red and I am beautiful and so are you.

By C. A. Sky