Incomplete Poem by Tia BraveBull Bredeson

I'm a pureblood
I don't care
what people think about me
Can't they believe me
I want to be left alone
let me talk to my other homies
the ones who cut
down to the bones
Because their stuck
in life
Rolling their dice
hoping for a lucky number
only getting more numb
Now their a band
It's hard to play a drum
Their having fun
but always have guns
in their hands
always waiting for a fight
making sure they'll be able to stand
on their own two feet
not admitting defeat
till their gang is COMPLETE! ! !