Poetry by Boken english- Apache woman
Apache women
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A Poem by Broken english
Summers are very hot
You can feel heating air on your eyes
Wild mustangs running over land
Make giant clouds of dry sand
Our clothes are mostly red soil over golden yellow
Symbols of life and protection
Soil in our hands can change
Into plates and bowls
Pots and cups
All is created for our use
Make new songs in deep water grass
Dance in deep woods
Where deer and bears dwell
Inside broken shell
Gold and diamonds
Beauty in wisdom of nature
Drums from leathers of death souls
They are made with edges of bones
Fire flames hold promises and oats
There is no reason
In kill youth and mothers
In rape women or abuse child
In sick fun of sick mind
These creature lost own soul
They are not people anymore
They will not be kill
They will be left alone on own
In will nature
No one will be speak with them
This not just our laws
This laws all people and universe
This cannot be broken
We women of Apache tribes
We are not just in households
Taught our daughters to her fates
We are also warriors
We are guardians of our faith
We are brave hearts in brave flesh
Strong in enough
To keep our tribe on live
We give life to so many souls
We are running blood
Inside each Apache heart
Our symbols are secret of universe path
Without us
There will be no living wisdom
Universe was created from both soul
Man spirit is empty space
Women spirits are shining stars
You cannot live on your own
You need feel reflection from another bone
You need feel who you are
You need me
To be you …………………..
There is new role
There is something much much much more
There is soul in open mind door
Stand up rise heart
Brought new light
Inside ———–outside
Renew our old faith
Lot of good is gathered there
But we need open
What we maybe no dare
Women have same ability
To lead other living soul
She can see , she can hear
She can touch, she can make
She can heal , she can hold faith
Opening eyes now
Opening soul now
Opening mind now
Opening heart now
Opening tipi now
Opening dance now
Opening air now
Opening love now
Opening you now
Opening me now
Real warrior use violent
Just to protect and brought food
We are learn in our youth
You cannot kill cause you just want
There is reason
Protection is more important
Then your full stomach
Traditions are not made from stones
All is change
Like seasons for hunting and no hunting
Time of solitude and company
Time of love and time of anger
Time of birth and time of live
Time do die
Leaving all behind
Some things will stay
Some don’t
Here is my heart
In bleeding torture history
In my presence of my creation
In future of end of starvation
We are women
We are warriors
We are leaders