The ancestors whisper secrets for my red ears. The spirit belongs in my red body. Give her back, my mother, my land. You've raped her, and my ancestors and my spirit. And when the ancestors whisper, these are not your secrets to distort.
Nature is blind.
Truth is transparent. Don't use me as your mascot. E. Mengesha Luci Tapahonso Luci Tapahonso is very special. She tells her stories through books and through poetry. She grew u p in Shiprock, learned the stories of her ancestors and shares them with us today in many ways.