The bastard child of nations ravaged last
no history no heritage surmount
unsure of cultures, ancient texts of past
America adopts the youth in doubt
In doubt of place deserving of his stay
assimilation seems to hold the key
the multitude of roots seem to have frayed
rebel against the social hierarchies
Trailblazes his own path through rubble maze
destruction of racial roles lie in wake
Slowly we rise above the opaque haze
and dignity-Africana re-take
We have no time but have realization
Build esteem just as we built this nation.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Poem 002-- Mulatto Sonata 3/28/08
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