They used to be carefree souls that wandered through existence with only one purpose and that was to live life. The lady earth was their safety. From her they derived food, cured illness, and marveled in her splendor. They had no sense of value and no reason to claim ownership. They were true, honest, and loyal. A race that caused no harm to the unscarred world they inhabited. They were people who lived off the land, bathed in the winding rivers, danced vibrantly, sang passionately, and loved endlessly. Purity can be contaminated quickly with the power of a mighty wind. The gusts brought about change across the new world, swirling over the mountains, through the trees, under hooves of the buffalo, beneath eagle’s wings, until the once so careless natives are forced to conform. Beliefs, rituals, tradition fight to stay alive. Many Native Americans today struggle to find a place among society, without severing generations of roots and forgetting their true identity as an Indian.
What is the proper definition to depict a` man? Does he have to be built, insensitive, and proud? Or is he permitted to be in tune with emotions, cry in a movie, and kiss his mother without societal reticule?
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