Her eyes were opened,
Bright and clear like a full moon
Over an obsidian lake at midnight.
Her senses deepened,
As her heart pounded her chest
To the beat of her iPod songs
She heard her voice, she thought she had lost
To the blurred visions that were painted for her.
She awoke to find herself
To be who she wanted to be.
Independent like a jaguar in the jungle.
She had to slap herself with the reality
That she was the cause
Of her dreams,
That her purpose was her own.
She was who she is,
A 31-year-old Navajo Lady,
That can and will hold her own.
A Navajo Lady that needs to go back to
The roots
Of her family tree.
Learn that archaic language and
Teach what she knows.
She awoke to find herself
In her mother’s shoes.
Drawing energy from above and within.
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