We're not extinct. No, far from it.
It's just you don't see us everyday.
You hear of my race, look at my face
And act as if I'm a dinosaur.

I'm a person like the friends you hold so dear
I should not amaze because of my skin tone or length of hair.
I am a Native American, and that shouldn't be a shock
Because first you should be a person, not an idea.
I shouldn't be the guilt you feel inside.

Sometimes I wonder why I am all alone
In the number of natives left, or the lack there of.
Could it really have been pure greed in the form of a white race
Or the hate of a single class of man that drove us away?

No, it was because of the same ignorance which curses us now.
The same ignorance that makes everyone gape at my race.
We are not extinct but I seem alone
Because when you look at me, you see a shadow
Of my race, of a tear filled trail
A shadow that screams guilt not compassion or thrill.

I feel alone because I belong to no one people.
No tribe, reservation or town to speak as my home.
I am just a girl with long hair and a dark complexion, waiting
For someone to ask my name and not a race to be judged for.