Face of America

 

Such a choice, such a choice, such a choice,

In the end, where do I put my voice?

Latino, white, or black-

Wait, now let me think back-

I think that my grandma was Asian.

But then again- she was half Caucasian.

Oh, how can I pick

Only one little clique?

And, really, why should it matter?

 

There is so much more than my face.

I’m not only my supposed race.

I’m a student, a writer,

And one hell of a fighter-

And aren’t we all made up the same?

Not much different than maybe a name?

Two eyes and a nose,

A head and some toes,

Yet we have to accept these partitions.

 

The situation will only worsen

Because, in the end, aren’t I just a person?

We all need assistance

To start a resistance

To stand up and shout, “We are one!”

Then the movement will have begun,

Until all those blocks

Fade to one little box

Which proudly states, “I am me.”

Reviews

[Pakino]

Nice like everything about the peom, how you portrayed the issue is fantastic.