Ignorance
by rosangelica.
I see you see different
I see one see one too many
My mother raised me
Roots made me
America raised you
Your roots dying in a centrail air conditioned co-op apartment.
Perspective peeking through the mirror
Familiar faces comepletely strange
Questions seeking souls searching for answers
Who are we?
We are connected.
I duck water ducts
Accepting reppresion
Inhabited a 1970 ice box
I chose to.
Mountainous heat unlocks my vault
My auroa visible to souls
Just as cold as I
am here
We are here so together we will be
I love you brother
So many brothers before you
Red the color of love
Not the only color we share in common
Our Lego blocks
Colors synonymous
blocks, equal
From womb to tomb
would you be quick to
Deny thick
Deny our name
Change your name to John Doe
If it brought more ends
Which would never see
The end of discrimination
Controlling your pay and living in your soul
I'm sorry our vernaculars will never be alike
Dialects unrecognizable
Our people don't recognize you
Your melanin still shines brighter
Than any capitalistic skyscraper
Elder roots of God
Planted, made strong to outlast the whip lash
Break your glasses so you can see
That I love you
but not the white man that you've grown up to be.
"I'm sorry our vernaculars will never be alike.Dialects unrecognizable.." Too great.
ReplyDeleteI love your take on the worldly connections between all people as well as your clear indictment of the corrupting influences and factors that go on in our society today. You say that the people we once loved grow up to be people that we don't even recognize and it's true. Your message is heart warming and your syntax is impeccable. This poem is one of the best I have ever read. You should enter it in contests and competitions because the world needs to hear your work. You truly provide insight that a lot of people out there could use!
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