Your Mascot

November 29, 2017

I dance around like a fool

stomp my feet on the ground

throw down my feather staff tool

whoop and howl making lots of sound

I bounce my fake braid feathered head

and eagle feathers fall out

my buckskin pants and face painted red

I look at myself, a mascot and what I’m all about

I represent an Indian of course

A redskin no doubt

I have my wooden stick horse

a whoop and a ‘war cry’ I belt out

But when I see the real native nation

I 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 represent

Misleading our nation of current day

with absolutely no consent

of those whom which I convey

Maybe it’s time for change

to hear from the authentic folk

so these silly stereotypes we can exchange

so it’s not such a joke

I am not the Native American’s mascot

hustling in that harmful costume

I am your mascot

paving the path for people to assume

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