Native Blood

The moon is full and the sky is wide,
and he stands like he belongs there.
Not to impress anyone.
Not to prove anything.
Just steady, just present.

Feathers lift in the night wind,
beads catch the cold light,
and every detail says,
I carry my people with respect.

A wolf stays close at his side,
quiet eyes, calm breath,
the kind of loyalty you do not buy,
the kind you earn by being real.

Tipis sit behind him like memory,
and the desert holds the silence
like a drumbeat you feel in your chest.

Some nights you need this kind of reminder.
Stay disciplined.
Stay humble.
Stop chasing approval from people
who do not know your story.

Do not talk too much.
Do not promise too fast.
Do not react to every challenge.
Let your actions speak,
and let your spirit stay clean.

The moon watches your choices.
It sees who you are when no one is clapping.
So choose right.
Even when it is hard.
Even when it is lonely.

Stand proud, but stay kind.
Be strong, but stay respectful.
Protect your circle.
Honor your roots.

And when morning comes,
walk into the daylight
with the same calm power
you held under the blue night.