A Native American grandfather was talking to his grandson about how he felt. He said, ‘I feel as if I have two wolves fighting in my heart.
Black HawkBlack Hawk Nothing can be sold but such things as can be carried away
Black HawkBlack Hawk No white American ever thinks that any other race is wholly civilized until he wears the white man’s clothes, eats the white man’s food, speaks the white man’s language, and professes the white man’s religion.
Booker T. WashingtonBooker T. Washington Nobody asks to be a hero, it just sometimes turns out that way.
Black HawkBlack Hawk The white men speak bad of the Indian, and look at him spitefully. But the Indian does not tell lies; Indians do not steal.
Black HawkBlack Hawk What, do y’all think you’re heroes?’ I didn’t know what to say at the time, but if he asked me again, I’d say no. I’d say there’s no way in hell. Nobody asks to be a hero. It just sometimes turns out that way.
Black HawkBlack Hawk If you treat a sick child as an adult and a sick adult as a child, it usually works out pretty well.
Black HawkBlack Hawk I got my best foot forward onto greener grass, cause there ain’t no future living in the past.
Black HawkBlack Hawk [Black Hawk] has fought for his countrymen, the squaws and papooses, against white men, who came year after year, to cheat them and take away their lands.
Black HawkBlack Hawk My reason teaches me that land cannot be sold. The Great Spirit gave it to his children to live upon. So long as they occupy and cultivate it, they have a right to the soil.
Black HawkBlack Hawk Even with broken wings, she dares to fly. And even with a broken heart, she dares to love.
Divya khandalDivya khandal And I refuse to apologize until the very end for the way that I feel – my feelings are valid too.
Carmen AmadosCarmen Amados Contemplate your own mortality daily, then see how much we must change.
Chris AllchinChris Allchin Poetry is the voice of the soul and the inspiration of the heart.
Teresa PeresTeresa Peres We parted sadly, like children in the street on a pleasant june afternoon.
Iestyn TudorIestyn Tudor And what shall I call you? Yours. In this life, the ones before, and all others thereafter.
Alexandra MichelleAlexandra Michelle
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