Denied-
The doors of identity have been slammed, bruises on our faces
Even though they enjoyed the flesh of our foremothers
Now they deny
Her children
Robbed-
I bear the symbol of my lost people
Woven tightt around my neck
The shawl woven into the fabric of my existence
You who would open arms
To a race of people that enslaved us both
The thunderous shores of Africa
The thunderous hooves of a Nation
As I stand with scores of others, listening to the Call
A parade of Nations dancing before me
Tell me why does my spirit cry
Denied-
No longer will you deny Her children
No longer will you rob them of their identity
When your own Native Sons reject sacred traditions
Assimilated into the mainstream
We have painfully not forgotten
Listen! To the Chotcaw
Listen! To the Chickasaw
Listen! To the Creek
Listen! To the Seminole
Listen! To the Cherokee
Our heartbeats as the drumming circle gorws
The Lost Tribes are coming home.
