As a child I built my soul out of bricks

Unmoving unshakeable everything fit

But hurricanes crashed into my soul

Leaving shattered windows and walls with holes

As I looked at the ruins before me

With a new vision I rebuilt my identity

My soul finds rest in a new face

De-colonized vision restructure my faith

Rise from the earth my indigenous mind

Surveying with world with reborn eyes

I can have purpose as reclaimer

The sun reminding me of my creator

I rebuilt my soul out of wild-lands

Free fine bricks and concrete plans

Roots that grow deep into history

Retracing leaves on the family tree

When the hurricanes come I remain

Despite the violence of change

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