I was born alone, I'm gonna die alone. I have my own identity. I'm my own person, and no two people are the same.

I was born as a soldier and will die as one.

I was born and raised in the ghetto, on welfare, two minutes from homeless.

I love people. I was born loving people.

Is it wrong for me to love my own? Is it wicked for me because my skin is red? Because I am Sioux? Because I was born where my father lived? Because I would die for my people and my country?

I was born to be alone, and I always shall be; but now I want to be.