Heinz 57

Heinz 57

A Poem by Kristi Brooks
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A look at the oddity that is American culture in all its glory.

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American Bred

 

We fill America’s streets

unaware of ancestry

more than

one generation back.

We don’t need to know.

 

It’s not our desire.

 

The religions and moral codes

of our forefathers are not a

banner we wish to carry.

 

We are Heinz 57

A new breed.

 

Hybrids:

black, white, Indian,

Irish, German, Dutch, Mexican,

Chinese, Japanese, Korean, African,

and English.

 

We are ordinary people

who no longer think

about those who came

before us,

because we are not them.

© 2008 Kristi Brooks


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Kristi Brooks
Kristi Brooks

OKC, OK



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