I'm Not Indian, I Am Cherokee
Dark storm clouds come across my eyes,
when you address me that way.
I will be correcting that problem right now,
you will heed the words I say.
Once upon a time our tribal nation was strong,
back before the white man came.
White man told us many lies to gain our trust,
then took everything but our name.
White man almost killed off all the buffalo,
trying to starve us off our land.
After many moons we were forced to move,
just like your kind had planned.
Soon the white man had stolen all of our land,
my people left behind a trail of tears.
White man killed off my ancestors sacred ways,
we're living on reservations in fear.
White man, haven't you already taken enough?
I want back some of my dignity.
You will no longer address me as 'hey, indian',
'I'm not Indian, I am Cherokee.'
