Remains discovered behind old factory
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Copyright 2014
By Felina Silver Robinson
Born into this world
Knowing nothing
Seeing what I can
Making noise any way I can
As I grow I realize that I’m different from others
My mom and dad are too
My mom shares the same color
But her hair is different
It makes me wonder
My dad is my step dad
He’s different in color
From his hair to his toes
My Mom]s hair is long and its straight
She dawns pretty high check bones
So when she laughs the smile covers up her whole face
She tells me she’s Blackfoot, Mohawk and Cherokee
She told me stories of her long hair that was cut
When she first came to Boston
she cut her long hair
Just to fit in or all eyes would be upon her
Each passing day I long to hear more about her
But all she would was that her family name was Silver
I think of coins, I think of cups, I think of silver on a platter,
But my moms name? It seems almost made up
And from what I learned from studying was
That those in power changed all the original Native names and
made them sound like American names
So I ask myself, is my mother truly Indian
since they took her name
It made me mad that she had no power to stop them
But it was the price to be paid for living among them
It’s ok because she is still who she was
just with a shorter last name
As for me, I’m left wondering who I really am
The color of your skin doesn’t tell you who you are
We are made up of different things on the inside
But it’s all the same on the outside
except for color and hair texture
No one gives me answers its like a big secret
I wonder should I stop looking
I know that I can’t, I won’t
I’ll never give up
Now I find myself reading, searching,
Watching, listening, learning all I can
A little more each day
And maybe some day I’ll be satisfied
With what I learn
It may be time to look into my DNA
I’m told the answer may lie within
I’m patient but just hoping to
know just who I am
DNA won’t you help me right away
