Indigenous Identity
Identity, it is not in my hair
It is not in my face
Reflecting in the mirror.
Identity is not something to see,
It has no form, it has no color
But delicate like a flower it is
Identity lies within the speaking force
In the profundity of a look
In the singularity of my place
Identity is open hands and share
Feel the earth’s echoes and Love and peace at heart.
Identity is open arms and receive
The brotherly affirmation.
Identity is Union!