by Harry

Submitted by loppolouie
Street light people
only the young at heart
survive. Different for what I am
Seeing a new generation at
our feet.

Half breed miss understood for
we are the first generation.
Aboriginals at heart,
don’t finger me for I am
a survivor at most.
Most of the time
we are good but
provoked lookout baby a passion
for our people, nation ,tribe or creed for
what you call it.
In the end a family is
what we are. Peace for all.


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