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They are blind to a name they created
A name that degrades others
That has become socially accepted.
A redskin is what we are known as
A word that makes us look like savages.
We fight, but aren’t heard
The media won’t listen
We are drowned by white lies
But we refuse to listen.
We just want respect
To be seen as humans
Yet we are looked at like a foreign substance.
They gave us a place, in the back corner
From the scraps of America
That nobody wanted
We have little freedom now
And we had little freedom then.
Our future is bleak
And our past is haunted
We are done with the present
Treating us as peasants
It’s time to take back
The voice we should have been given.
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