Tired of being told what to call myself.
Don’t say Indian, say Native American.
Don’t say Native American, say Native.
Don’t say Native, say Indigenous.
Don’t tell me what I am.
Entitled mouths come in every color.
I know what I am.
My children say mother.
My husband says lover.
My father says daughter.
My work says educated.
My friends say humble.
My skin says brown.
My face says Northern Plains Tribe.
My blood says Assiniboine, Sioux, Cree, Navajo, Apache.
My heart says that no one, not one person, can take away what made me.
Enrollment says associate member only.
I am not a label.