Cultural Literature:
My Sioux Pride

From the Trail of Tears
To the tale of the Wounded Knee
I have lived the history of my elders
The age-old, silent fears

I look toward the sky
And the earth that is always mine
All is not lost, I remember
We can be us and shine

My braided, parted hair
And wooden flute will sing
Till the soil will grow new plants
Oh, let the music ring

What is one thing this poem teaches the reader about Native American people?

A) They have tremendously suffered in history.

B)They have an avid interest in agriculture.

C)They are apathetic to the prejudice.