Native Girls

08/01/2025

Congratulations to Ur Son 🦅💯
Let Him Wear it
Hold Ur own Celebration an let him Rock it the whole Time 💯🙌🏽🦅

08/01/2025

07/30/2025

"In the darkness of a boarding school night, my mother said she could hear the other kids weeping for their parents. The children were forbidden to speak Lakota by the missionaries. So they spoke the language in their prayers. A thousand prayers from a thousand lonely hearts."

07/30/2025

Sitting Bull was the first man to become chief of the entire Lakota Sioux nation.
Sitting Bull was born around 1831 into the Hunkpapa people, a Lakota Sioux tribe that roamed the Great Plains in what is now the Dakotas. He was initially called “Jumping Badger” by his family, but earned the boyhood nickname “Slow” for his quiet and deliberate demeanor. The future chief killed his first buffalo when he was just 10 years old. At 14, he joined a Hunkpapa raiding party and distinguished himself by knocking a Crow warrior from his horse with a tomahawk. In celebration of the boy’s bravery, his father relinquished his own name and transferred it to his son. From then on, Slow became known as Tatanka-Iyotanka, or “Sitting Bull.”
Sitting Bull was renowned for his skill in close quarters fighting and collected several red feathers representing wounds sustained in battle. As word of his exploits spread, his fellow warriors took to yelling, “Sitting Bull, I am he!” to intimidate their enemies during combat. The most stunning display of his courage came in 1872, when the Sioux clashed with the U.S. Army during a campaign to block construction of the Northern Pacific Railroad. As a symbol of his contempt for the soldiers, the middle-aged chief strolled out into the open and took a seat in front of their lines. Inviting several others to join him, he proceeded to have a long, leisurely smoke from his to***co pipe, all the while ignoring the hail of bullets whizzing by his head. Upon finishing his pipe, Siting Bull carefully cleaned it and then walked off, still seemingly oblivious to the gunfire around him. His nephew White Bull would later call the act of defiance “the bravest deed possible.”

06/24/2025

🪶 **Native Americans – The First People of America**

Native Americans are the original people of North and South America, long before any outsiders arrived. In what is now the United States, they belong to many unique tribes and cultures — some still live today as proud, independent nations.

Most experts believe Native Americans came from Asia over 13,000 years ago, crossing a land bridge during the Ice Age. Some even say they arrived 40,000 years ago! Over time, these early people spread across the land, creating hundreds of different cultures.

The word “Indian” came from Christopher Columbus, who thought he had reached India. But even before him, Norse explorers had reached North America around 500 years earlier. Many Native tribes believe they’ve always lived here, as told through their creation stories.

When Europeans arrived in the 1400s, over **50 million people** already lived in the Americas — including about **10 million** in the area that is now the U.S. What followed were years of change, struggle, and survival.

Today, Native Americans make up about **1.5% of the U.S. population**, proudly keeping their traditions, music, stories, and ceremonies alive.

05/27/2025

WE NEED A BIG AHO

05/23/2025

Crazy horse Memorial South Dakota USA 🇺🇸

04/24/2025

The Howl of the Wolf: A Call for Unity
In a time long ago, when the earth was young and the sky painted itself with vibrant hues of dusk, the wolf walked the land. This wolf was no ordinary creature. It was the spirit of the wild, the keeper of untamed lands, and the voice of the night. It roamed in solitude but carried the wisdom of generations within its soul.
The wolf’s howl echoed through the mountains and forests, a sound that was both haunting and powerful. It was not just a call to other wolves; it was a song, a reminder of the connection between all living beings, no matter how distant they seemed. The howl reverberated in the hearts of those who listened, calling them to unity and to remember their bond with the earth, the sky, and each other.
One night, as the moon hung low in the sky, casting silver light across the valley, a group of people gathered around a campfire. They had lived in harmony with the land for many seasons, but the world was changing. The seasons no longer felt the same, and the river that once flowed freely through their village had slowed to a trickle. The people were troubled, unsure of how to restore the balance that had been lost.
As they sat in silence, waiting for guidance, the howl of the wolf reached their ears. It was a long, mournful cry that seemed to carry the weight of the earth itself. The people listened closely, their hearts stirred by the sound, feeling a deep sense of longing in the very core of their beings. The howl spoke of more than just a wolf calling to its pack. It was a message—a reminder that no one should walk alone, that unity was the key to survival.
The eldest among them, a wise elder, rose to his feet and spoke of the wolf’s spirit. He explained that the wolf was the embodiment of the land’s strength and resilience. Its howl was not only a call for its pack, but a call to all living creatures to come together in times of need. The wolf had never been solitary; it thrived in community, drawing strength from the bonds it shared with others. The people, too, must unite to heal the earth, just as the wolf unites with its pack.
With renewed understanding, the people knew what they must do. They worked together, planting seeds, caring for the land, and restoring the waters. They remembered the old ways, the ancient songs, and the stories passed down through generations. And as they worked, the wolf’s howl echoed again, this time filled with hope and strength. The earth began to heal, the river flowed once more, and the balance that had been lost was restored.
From that day forward, the people and the wolf shared a deep connection. The wolf’s howl became a sacred sound, a reminder of the importance of unity and the strength that lies in togetherness. The people learned that just as the wolf could not thrive alone, neither could they. They were part of the earth, and the earth was part of them. The howl of the wolf would always guide them, a symbol of resilience, unity, and the unbreakable bond between all living beings.

04/24/2025

The Spirit of the Wild Horse
Long ago, in a valley where the winds whispered through the trees and the earth hummed with life, there was a wild horse known for its beauty and strength. This horse was not like the others—it had an untamed spirit, free as the wind, and a coat that shimmered with every color of the sunset. Her mane flowed like fire, red and orange hues dancing with the breeze, while streaks of blue and white swirled through her powerful form.
The people of the valley revered the wild horse, for they believed she carried the essence of the earth and sky within her. She was the embodiment of freedom, the untouchable force that roamed the hills and plains, living in harmony with the land. Her spirit was one with the winds, her power drawn from the sun’s rays and the moon’s whispers.
One day, a young rider came into the valley, seeking the wild horse. He had heard tales of her beauty and her strength, and he felt a deep calling to find her, to ride her and feel her freedom. But as he set out on his journey, the elders of the village warned him that the wild horse could not be tamed by anyone. She was not meant to be ridden; she was a spirit, a protector of the land.
Still, the young rider’s heart was full of determination. He rode across the mountains, through the forests, and over the rivers, searching for the wild horse. Finally, after days of travel, he found her standing at the edge of a cliff, the sun setting behind her. The sight took his breath away. She was more magnificent than he had imagined, her body glowing with the colors of the earth itself.
As he approached her, the wild horse turned to face him. There was no fear in her eyes, only a deep understanding. She knew the rider’s heart, and she knew his intentions. But she was not meant to be captured, and so, with a toss of her head, she turned and ran, her mane trailing behind her like a river of flames.
The rider chased her, but no matter how fast he rode, he could not keep up. The horse danced through the hills, faster than the wind itself, her form a blur of colors against the fading light of the day. The rider realized then that she was not meant to be controlled. She was the embodiment of freedom, a reminder that some things are too powerful to be tamed.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the rider stopped. He understood now. The wild horse was not a creature to be captured, but a spirit to be revered. She was a symbol of the untamed forces of nature, and her power lay in her freedom. The rider turned his horse back toward the valley, his heart full of gratitude. He had not tamed the wild horse, but she had taught him something far more valuable—true strength lies not in domination, but in harmony with the earth and the freedom it offers.
From that day on, the rider carried the wild horse’s spirit with him. He no longer sought to tame the untamable but learned to live in harmony with the world around him, just as the wild horse did. Her colors—reds, oranges, blues—reminded him of the beauty of the untamed world, and whenever he rode, he felt her spirit beside him, guiding him to always honor freedom above all.

04/05/2025

Native American history ♥️

04/05/2025

Native American Truck
A 14-year-old Native American boy, whose father is a truck driver, harbors a profound pride in his indigenous heritage and dreams of owning a truck adorned with the patterns and culture of his ancestors. Every day, he spends hours sketching his imagined dream truck, using distinctive motifs like spirals, feathers, and sacred symbols. In his mind, he envisions a vibrant, colorful truck that carries the rich stories and cultural heritage of his people. With each stroke of his pencil, he feels a deeper connection to his roots, and his dream truck becomes not just a means of transportation but a work of art, embodying respect and gratitude towards his ancestors. This pride in his heritage has become an endless source of inspiration, driving him to continuously create and steadfastly pursue his dream

04/04/2025

That is the first history of Americans before it was America