I dance around like a foolstomp my feet on the groundthrow down my feather staff toolwhoop and howl making lots of sound I bounce my fake braid feathered headand eagle feathers fall outmy buckskin pants and face painted redI look at myself, a mascot and what I’m all about I represent an Indian of courseA redskin no doubtI have my wooden stick horsea whoop and a ‘war cry’ I belt out But when I see the real native nationI don’t see crimson skin, red feathers or a cheesy smile I see proud sophistication unique culture, beautiful spirituality, nothing so vile Nothing like what I representMisleading our nation of current daywith absolutely no consentof those whom which I convey Maybe it’s time for changeto hear from the authentic folkso these silly stereotypes we can exchangeso it’s not such a joke I am not the Native American’s mascothustling in that harmful costumeI am your mascotpaving the path for people to assume