Cherokee Blood
  
 I,born of the Cherokee man,
 As their mothers and fathers were,
 No blending to erase because of race,
 I, a full-blooded Cherokee man.
  
 Raised by a white man, 
 Without Cherokee blood.
  
 Grew old in my blood,
 Memories not told.
  
 Known by the Tribe as a white guy, 
 With Cherokee blood,
 Known by the white guy,
 As a full Cherokee Man.
  
 Moving forward I wed,
 A full Cherokee woman,
 Our children, raised by the Tribe,
 My ancestry is alive. 

copyright Bert Webb 2019