Heinz 57A Poem by Kristi BrooksA look at the oddity that is American culture in all its glory.
American Bred We fill 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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Added on February 7, 2008 Last Updated on February 7, 2008 AuthorKristi BrooksOKC, OKAboutI think that I must have started making up stories in my head before I even learned how to read. My mom says that my ability to come up with such fantastic stories on a whim made it hard to get mad a.. more..Writing
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