Is it my fault that you cannot see
The Cherokee blood that flows in me?
You call me white
From morning, noon and night
You say it always in the same way
"You're white. what do you know anyway?"
White is what they label me
Mexican, Black, Chinese they all treat me the same see?
They call me white and treat me They do what they say I do
They judge me by the color of my skin and they'll deny it though it is true
They say I'm not "indian" because I'm not tan in the winter and spring
I no longer listen to what they say for they don't know anything
I am Cherokee but I'm also other things too
I'm Irish, German and Ukranian it's true
If I were a dog I wouldn't be pedegree
But why do so many care about my ethnicity?
I am human I cry like you do
I hurt like you do too
I cry for the world and the unfairness of it all
But white please don't call
I know you don't see
But there is Cherokee in me