AMERICAN INDIAN ADOPTEES: Lost Children, Lost Ones, Lost Birds


By Trace A. DeMeyer

I jump with evolution

As a child of the stars,

a witness to human frailty

I study the masters,

Mystics, prophets, poets

to absorb their magic

I propel mountains of knowledge

But fall back, poisoned by pollution

Broken by my own ignorance and innocence

My blood stores so many memories

every horrific mistake, every genocide,

Things I would just as soon forget.

So I pray myself well.

Copyright © Trace A. DeMeyer. All rights reserved.


Trace A. DeMeyer (Cherokee-Shawnee) writes poetry when the quiet voice wakes her. She is working on her first chapbook. Her memoir “One Small Sacrifice: Lost Children of the Indian Adoption Projects,” published in 2010, describes her search for adoption history, her identity and birth-relatives. Trace is former editor of the Pequot Times and Ojibwe Akiing. Visit her on the web at her journalist blog

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