Face of America

Face of America

A Poem by Jenn

 

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.”

© 2008 Jenn


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

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