Life is to short for head games, please dont bother if you think I'm easy cause I raise my babies by myself and dont have no man to help, bust my azz to do it and dont mind. wouldnt say not one was a mistake and wouldnt give nuttin for not one of them so be my loving frd tis all I ask.


Though I walk, live and drive upon these streets of concrete And hear the sounds of traffic and horn beep I am who I am and always will be Child of Creator and of Cherokee........Once long ago I ran free as the wind It did not matter I had no money to spend My life was rich and blessed by Great Spirits Hand. We were as children and lived off this beautiful land........Elders taught us the meaning of life by wisdoms learned told around the campfires For centuries my people have been Earth keepers........Whatever we taked from Mother Earth we put back....Today the spirits of my Grandfathers...call to me to remember to love Mother Earth as she loves us. To give love and comfort to those in need. To bind the hearts torn by strife and greed.....To love our brothers and sisters and to raise our children with pride and honor For if we respect and love each other and this great land And allow our hearts to be touched by Great Spirits Hand....What is there to fight over? Cherokee