When does a face come forward in timeWhen does strength fixate
When do irises burn into being
When does the brow alarm
Are we guilty
What did we do
What did I do
Do I feel guilt
Are my people responsible
I know in my heart the darkness
I remember the derogatory
From my father about the Lakota
I remember his look
When I asked him to step outside
How do I make amends
Do I tell her she is my sister
Will we ever ride ponys together
Through grassy fields
Replete with wild flowers
Will I ever have the chance to return
Her smile
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