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// 07 Crossroads By Little Strongheart 
// Story: Poetry From Equestria And Beyond 
// by LyraAlluse 
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Crossroads

By: Little Strongheart

I sit at the crossroads of two worlds,
One of ancient chants and ceremonies,
And the other of colonization and science,

And I pray that I can be part of one of them,
But alas; acceptance seems like a distant sunset,
That I can never reach no matter how long I run after it.

So I sit here waiting,
For some hoof to grab me,
And pull me up from the waves of loneliness,
Closing in on each side,

But I know that I am the only one,
Who can truly save my culture’s spirit,
From drowning in the end.

So I sit here waiting,
Between the cliff sides of two mountains,

But I know I shall never budge from my crevice,
For neither buffalo culture nor pony culture,
Lay the framework of my inner being, 

And as much I wish for belonging,
I know I shall always lay waiting between,
The crossroads of these two landmarks.