My blood is mixed My mother was ungumpai picani, my father was habsoluca This mixture was not respected; as a small boy I was often left to myself So I spent many months stalking the Elk people, to prove i would soon become a good hunter One day finally, my Elk relatives took pity on me, and a young Elk gave his life to me With only my knife, I took his life As I was preparing to cut the meat white men came upon me, they were English soldiers I cut one with my knife but they hit me on the head, with a rifle All went black; my spirit seemed to leave me I was then taken east, in a cage I was taken to Toronto, then Philadelphia, and then to New York; and each time I arrived in another city, somehow the white man had moved all thier people there ahead of me Each new city contained the same white people as the last, and I could not understand how a whole city of people could be moved so quickly Eventually, I was taken on a ship across the great sea, over to England, and I was paraded before them like a captured animal, an exhibit So I mimicked them, imitating their ways, hoping they might lose interest in this young savage, but their interest only grew I was copying them so they placed me into the white mans school It was there that I discovered, in a book, the words that William Blake had written They were powerful words and they spoke to me So I made careful plans and eventually I escaped Once again I crossed the great ocean I saw many sad things as I made my way back to the lands of my people Once they realized who I was, the stories of my adventures angered them They called me a liar Xebachae-he who talks loud saying nothing Ridiculed by my own people, and I was left to wander the earth alone I am Nobody.
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