you think i'm an ignorant savage,and you've been so many places i guess it must be so,but still i cannot see if the savage one is me how can there be so much that you don't know,you don't know,you think you own whatever land you land on, the earth is just a dead thing you can claim, but i know every rock and tree and creature has a life has a spirit has a name,you think only people who are people are the people who look and think like you,but if you walk the footsteps of a stranger you'll learn things you never you never knew,have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned can you sing with all the voices of the mountain can you paint with all the colors of the wind can you paint with all colors of the wind, come run the hidden pine trails of the forest, come taste the sun sweet berries of the earth,come roll in all ridges all around you, and for once never wonder what their worth, the rainstorm and the river are my brothers, the heron and the otter are my friends,and we are all connected to each other in a circle a hoop that never ends, how high does the sycamore grow if you cut it down than you'll never know, and you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon for whether we are white or copper skinned we need to sing with all the voices of the mountain need to paint with all the wind, you can own the earth and still all you'll own is earth until you can paint with all the colors of the wind.
i love Pocahontas and if they can respect black people and Indians so can we:)#black lives matter
