Do I stand at all?
Does the blood in my veins
Make any call?
Does the world look at me
And see a shining star?
Or am I just some dirt?
A smudge, a mark, a scar?
I'm nothing to the world.
I live just to die.
Thinking I'm important,
Would be living a lie.
Tell me where I stand,
Because I do not know.
I don't know who I am,
I don't know how to grow.
Please, tell me who I am.
Who is the real me?
Am I of the white or,
The women of the Cree?
Where to I stand?
Do I stand at all?
Can I make a difference?
Do I count at all?
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