Stands With A Fist

I spent life is a Christian
My name, Christine
My life, perfect
My love: Willy
Sweet, shy, and, in every way
Average
And then...
Then, the Indians came
The ones most despised
In the world
By us, the white people
They killed my father
They took me
I was raised as one of them
A Comanche
I accepted life
I took it into my own hands
Fell in love with an Indian man
And I married him
And all was well...for a while.
Now, my husband, he lies dead
And I have no children
Nothing left to give to the Spirit
Except my life.

Dances With Wolves

Stands With A Fist
You amaze me
Still as a statue
Cold as a winter's day
Locks as cherry-red as cherries themselves
Eyes brown like chocolate or coffee
You are everything that we
Whites
Stand for
But you are irrevocably
Unchangeably
Undoubtedly
Comanche.

**I just reread Dances With Wolves and intend to watch the movie, I'm just on a rampage for it! Love it! Anyway, these are two poems telling about Stands With A Fist's past, and the lieutenant's love for her. Hope you like them!**