White Man's Good Ole' Days
White Man’s Good Ole’ Days
I’m the law in these parts;
This here is my town son.
You better learn your place;
Listen up until I’m done.
You can’t eat at the tables;
You can’t drink at the bar.
You’re not welcome in this establishment;
Shouldn’t have gotten out of your car.
Whites only;
Can’t you read what the sign says?
No Negros, Indians, or dogs allowed;
Go back to your rez!
We don’t want the likes of you;
Moving to our Christian town.
Corrupting our women;
Bringing our property value down.
Look at me boy ;
When I’m talking to you!
I’m the man around here;
What I’m saying getting through?
Guarantee you won’t like it much;
When I string you up from an oak tree.
You can’t come here like you’re on Indian land;
Don’t make me use my authority.
I am the one with the gun and the badge;
Don’t even need a sheet to cover my face.
My skin is WHITE;
I’m God’s chosen and superior race.
By: Darlene Doll Smith ~ Cherokee
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