News From Native California - Spring 2016 Volume 29 Issue 3 | Page 7

PRIDE
Poem by Bonnie Lockhart

7 generations ago
my grandma was thinking
of me
she knew
I’d be born someday
if she just believed
she gathered and wove baskets
she sang and she prayed
her prayers became visions
her prayers
became brave
her prayers traveled on the river
and grew on the trees
cus 7 generations from then
I was born to be free
and it’s my honor to honor her
by praying for the next 7 generations
so they may draw strength from our story
and pass down resilience
may my prayers be woven
may my prayers be alive
may I live knowing
they will be born
with PRIDE

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