Hi! My name is Ally
Sekotan is my Native American name. I am 28 and a WAHM.
I am now a published Poet! My book just came out for me and fellow poets. I am working on book number two at this time. Regarding my second book, I am not sure how long it will take me to do, but I hope to have it done before too long. Here is the link to my first book that fellow poets and I wrote together.Click Here
I have a new man in my life that is truely a blessing to Summer and I. Bill and I met in Adlandpro in October of 2005, and Janurary 4th 2006, Summer and I moved in with him. It has been 2.5 years since we lived together and I will say this. Life with him is amazing, we never argue, fight, cuss each other out, nothing of that nature. It is a BEAUTIFUL thing. Bill is wonderful with Summer, she calls him daddy.. she has done that SINCE the FRIST night we moved in. (don't worry my dear friends I've known for 5 years) He treats her as his own. He is also a member in here and the Bartender at the Billallys Pub. His link is Bill
On July 20,2007 I had my second daughter Savannah Rose Vanderbilt. She weighed 8pounds and 20.5 inches long. And WOW she was so alert and checking out the new environment. She was about 27 hrs old when she first rolled in her bassinette in the Hospital and my NURSE was there to see it as well. She was and is a STRONG BABY!!!.
I became a Nah-ah which means Grandma. My Grandson Jaxon (pronounced Jackson) Robert Vanderbilt was born November 3,2008 at 3:37PM weihing 6pounds 11ounces 19 3/4" long. Ohhh he is just beautiful.
The reason I went into a Home Based Business is because I wanted to be a work at home mother and be able to take care of my daughters. I also wanted to be home with my Granddaddy and be there at his passing. He was the one who got me into Church, to learn about Christ, and that I should never sell myself short. He raised me since birth and even though I lived with my mom and dad, he was the one I could really talk to. Granddaddy was, is and always will be loved.
I just joined Jerky Direct, and it is awesome. I love the Jerky, it is not chewy, tough, greesy or anything like that. And the GREAT thing about the Jerky is.. it is ALL NATURAL.Not only that.. it is sooooo tender, that even li'l baby Savannah can eat it and she has NO TEETH, she will be 7 months on Feb.20th. And it not all about Jerky, there is cleaning products, hair, skin and so much more. Please click on the banner at the bottom of my page to learn more.
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A side of me that has a beautiful inside as well as out.
A side of me that speaks through poetry and not just words that are full of doubt.
A side of me that can never been seen by the naked eye
A side of me that will make you want to sometimes cry.
A side of me one can only love,
A side of me that others just shove.
A side of me others hardly care.
A side of me that shows no matter what I will always be there.
A side of me that is giving and caring.
A side of me that is always this sharing.
A side of me that is unselfish and kind.
A side of me that will always shine.
This is me this who I am.
© Ally
Many Tribes.
Many Tribes of near and far,
is only a surface of who we are
Many Tribes had to move from their homes,
and start a life of their own.
Many Tribes walked in tears,
not knowing what to fear
Many Tribes have come and gone,
only their spirits linger on
Many Tribes laid to rest,
only forgotten people in the past.
Many Tribes with no marker on the grave,
only to think did they really die in vain?
Dedicated to all the Native Americans. May they never be forgotten.
© Ally
How many?
How many tears have they shed?
How many words have gone unsaid?
How many lives have been lost?
How many know their loved ones paid the cost?
How many white man are to come?
How many a lot, a little, or some?
How many kill just for the meat?
How many of it spoil in the heat?
How many days have we to live in peace?
How many more wars will we need to cease?
How many more tales are to be told?
How many more days until our stories grow old?
© Ally
The Words
The words once always spoken now you never hear.
The words that sound of fear.
The words of many tongues.
The words of beating drums.
The words of the old to the young.
The words that we speak may have been sung.
The words of wisdom from the wise.
The words of laughter became to cries.
The words are soft but actions are loud.
The words of many tribes yelling a war-hoop sound.
The words that we try to keep in our hearts.
The words are slowly fading in our worlds apart.
© Ally
My Heritage
I am a Native
my skin tan my hair dark
I am Blackfeet Tribe
© Ally
One who seeks the sun
A Native American woman
with dark hair
blue eyes
and a deep tan.
Blackfeet Tribe is my blood
soaking up the warmth of the sun
I am honored of my heritage
I am proud of who I am
Sekotan
© Ally
Love You
Love can be the best thing in our lives.
Longing for that perfect mate.
Often keeps us in suspense.
Teary eyes broken hearts.
The circle of love.
Night of passion.
Kiss of fate.
Love you.
Always.
Me.
© Ally
If I can
If I can only have you in my dreams...
I want to sleep forever.
If I can only imagine a moment with you...
then I want to daydream all day
If I can only think of simple pleasures...
then I want to please you nonstop.
If I can only have you for a mere moment in my life...
I want to treasure that forever.
If I can only make you happy like you have made me...
then I am more than satisfied.
If I can only have you in my wishes...
then I will wish on every star in the sky.
If I can only truly express what you mean to me...
then this poem would never end
© Ally
In Remembrance
The tears they shed that fearful day,
tears falling like the rain from the sky.
The path that lead to the unknown,
broken the hearts of mothers.
The children dying, because of lack of food and water.
Praying to The Great Spirit,
Give us a sign that our children will be fine.
On that very path of trail of tears,
The Great Spirit heard the prayers.
White flowers grew with a gold center,
to show the mothers the children were with him.
Now many years later... that flower still grows...
to remind us of that fearful, heart-breaking, sad day.
Thank You, oh Great Spirit for hearing the prayers
of the Elders to comfort the mothers.
© Ally
My Calling
I hear the call from the Spirits that have lingered on
Giving me the insight to write about what they endured.
Revealing the truth, sadness and torture they encountered
Killing me softly as my heart aches for them
I want to turn back the hands of time
where the land WAS FREE and Mother Nature was well.
Torture is my life for I can not help but cry
longing to ease the pain, stop the tears
and become as one again.
It makes not difference who we are
or what Tribe we come
we are brothers and sisters in the nations.
Forgive me if I sound sad in this
my heart is too big for my body
it is forever giving and no room for receiving.
I pray oh Great Spirit our people will be free
that the Purple Buffalo will roam once more
and the wolf will forever howl at the unashamed moon.
I pray oh Great Spirit that you comfort the spirits
who have not yet found rest, dry the tears that my heart cries
and heal the wounded in spirit and of heart.
I know my calling now... it is to share what lies within me and my heart.
© Ally
With tears in my eyes we say Donadagohvi to a wonderful friend.
He touched our hearts and impacted our lives.
Looked at us as more then another face, but made us family.
He made us laugh, smile and loved to have fun.
With Tears in my eyes we say,
please don't forget us.
Remember you're in our prayers, thoughts and hearts.
The Great Spirit will be with you always.
May he guide and protect you.
With Tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat,
I say thank you for all you have taught me and others.
There is no one to really fill those shoes, but will try.
Enjoy life's journeys,but leave no tracks
.
Dedicated to my a-na-da-nv-tli(Brother): Tony Tonogan
gv-ge-yu-i (Love),
u-s-ti I-gi-do (Little Sister).
Sekotan
© Ally
BEING INDIAN IS...
having a large family
of over a million brothers and sisters!
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BEING INDIAN IS...
feeling that Little Bear, Prays-for-All, Big Heart
are more beautiful names than Jones, Smith, or
Brown.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
watching cowboys shoot to kill 40 of your kind,
with a six-shot revolver on the TV late show
without getting a scratch.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
observing your children watching
a cowboy and Indian TV western movie
and cheering for the cowboys.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
joining the U.S. Army
to save your country from the perils of agression
and being against the U.S. Army on your reservation
to keep the Army Corps of Engineers from stealing
your sacred land.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
graduating from a government Bureau of
Indian Affairs school
and not being able to read a 6th grade English book
from your white friend's urban school.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
having your child come home from school
and ask you about the "strange beliefs"
of the Indians
that his/her teacher mentioned in school today.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
never making quick evaluations of people
but reserving judgment until their actions show
what kind of people they really are.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
feeding anyone and everyone
who comes to your door
with whatever you have.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
knowing
The Great Spirit.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
having a Christian missionary tell you
it is wrong to believe in more than
one Divine Being,
then listening to him tell you about God,
Jesus Christ,
The Holy Ghost, the Virgin Mary, St. Joseph,
St. Patrick, St. Christopher, St. Francis,
your spirit, your soul, etc.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
never giving up
the struggle for survival.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
standing up for life principles and
truths, unashamed,
without having compromised your values.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
not only being proud of who you were born from
but mindful of how you conduct yourself
in the world.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
to have your liberal white friends urge you to
follow
the same path as your Black brothers to
gain some advantage.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
having your friends and relatives
accuse you of being a traitor if you
seek an education,
earn more than $7,000 a year,
wear a white shirt and tie,
drive a car less than three years old,
and live in a three bedroom home.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
having heard your grandparents and yourself say,
"When they honor the treaties and we get our
land claim payments"...
then suddenly realizing your children are saying
the same words.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
having your non-Indian friends
go on a Vison Quest,
led by a white man to the mountains,
but leaving you home because
you can"
registration fee to attend.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
listening to your well-intentioned white brother
try to tell you about your native spirituality.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
hearing from non-Indians
how rotten the government has treated Indians
but still voting them back into office.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
listening to people tell you about
their grandmother or great-grandmother
that was a Cherokee Indian Princess.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
seeing other Indians
in search of an Indian identity.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
being greeted by non-Indians
with pseudo names from real ancestors
of your tribe.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
having to prove with documentation that you are
one,
when other races and people in the country
don't have to.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
knowing that your ancestors were
slaughtered like animals in the name of
Christianity
and then being told that Christianity
is out to save us.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
buying "authentic" Indian jewelry
made in Taiwan or Japan.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
learning of people becoming Indian
without having an Indian mother or father.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
finding out that people think
all Indians lived in tipis.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
being told that Columbus discovered America
from his ship,
when we were watching him from shore.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
trying to relate to people who say they are
(mathematically) 1/4, 1/8, 1/16, etc.
degree of blood.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
wearing braids and being called a "hippie"
by those who object to long hair.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
going to school when you're young
and having the teacher
skip over the Indian chapter in the history book
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BEING INDIAN IS...
seeing others forget the true meaning of
Thanksgiving.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
having others make jokes
about your heritage and culture.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
living in two worlds.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
knowing the word "Indian"
is not your true name.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
being called "Chief" or "Tonto"
by patronizing non-Indians.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
being human, with human thoughts and feelings
like your non-Indian brothers and sisters.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
holding onto a piece of paper treaty
that was signed but never honored.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
knowing alcohol doesn't make you Indian,
just drunk.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
seeing elders die and the
language & customs
die with them.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
seeing Mother Earth destroyed
by those who don't know Her.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
hearing others think
all Indians wear war bonnets.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
seeing the government
spend billions of dollars abroad
but fail to honor the Indian treaties.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
sad.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
hard
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crying
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BEING INDIAN IS...
laughing.
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BEING INDIAN IS...
forever!
Written By J.C. High Eagle
