Blackfoot Apostle
Eric Stewart, Arlington County Detention Center
There’s many reasons to liberate on this behalf.
There’s a percentage within me that was explained by grandma.
From genetics to attributes, hazel eyes and good hair.
Within the adults it blossoms, still there.
It’s barely noticeable, as I get older I see with flair.
Something else that caught me by surprise was the time and place of grandma’s confession.
She was precise, authentic and peaceful when she opened a book of sequel.
Had an album with pictures and names of people.
Words can’t explain how the wisdom was a sudden shock as a nineteen year old lad.
I was so used to being ignored, but her eyes told me to hold fast (sit-down).
Always knew I was a leader and the intuition was obvious.
Growing up I was head-strong, fairly conscious.
Always wanted to change a situation to make things better for my dreams.
As the middle-child being courageous is what grandma saw in me.
Being called “Curious George” because of asking a lot of questions,
I had to find out myself and I did being aggressive.
Politics and friends was a “Head on” interest with passion.
Became agitated faster.
Wanted to lead my Generation but
Snap Back to reality.
Being too young I had to settle being unhappy.
Had broken laws, But education will also hail those to follow.
Grandma’s the Blackfoot Indian and I am her apostle.
Truly,
Dre
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