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Race-Ism

What makes one man or woman better than another?
Should we think differently of those who adapted
to another environment and adapted another color?

If our differences are only skin deep as a tone
why do we unto our heritages
so dearly as if their our own

Why should I feel as if I should atone?
For past misappropriation of rights of other races
while I welcome them warmly into my home

Past atrocities do not belong to me, unless I attack with racial fanatic fervor
of racial superiority. I should only be held accountable for the acts
I commit intentionally, so if I have to ask for your forgiveness, fine, 
please forgive me.

But alas I am guilty of stereotyping race and relations, relishing in its comforting
dramatic obscurities. 

Thugged out “nigga” with 30 inch rims, a Jesus chain, speaking in strangle syllables, while wearing teeth jewelry. 

Exotic Indian maiden, adorned with glittering jewels and gold, Karma Sutra dancing 
erotically, insatiably. 

American Indian war cry, cries tears over land, beating wildly on a drum, with fierce war paint running down their dark fierce eyes, dart quickly. 

Dark eyed “suspicious” Arab, deep in thought, seemingly angered, in long robes and curtain dresses, quick to speak loudly in protest about past atrocities. 

A chattering group of Chinese, hustling cheap goods, martial arts, strange medicine, bartering and gambling at seemingly any opportunity. 

 Hispanic people, quick to party, willing to work, no hablo ingles, illegal immigrants knowing how to take advantage of the American system's quirks, semi-transient , seemingly divided by two countries. 

The privileged white man, a regular Richie Rich, hitched a ride on inherited riches, a white picket fence, a puppy, a fine ass “bitch”, gets a kick out of “stepping” on those who are deemed inferior financially.

Are things truly as simple as I see them?
Misconstrued by cultural misconceptions,
America the plenty, is it truly a living Gem

A diamond that glitters, will not glitter overnight
We will never understand another culture or way of life; 
if we keep them at arms length and out of sight.

Our racial differences, seem to make us genetically unique.
But our anger blinds us, when misconstrued by the world, hungry for answers, 
seems to be when our racial differences begin to peak

It is when we welcome a stranger into our home,
that we truly realize we are not alone.
We may be separated by lands and culture,
but our hearts remain at our cores
“unnoticeable” deeds of foreigners, of love, warmth, and affection
crossing the lines between social and racial lines,
Teaching us a valuable lesson.

Its far too easy to be envious, and carry the baggage of Hate.
In which only love can seemingly cure, love for one's culture,
love for another, self-love, for all sisters and brothers,
with a love from being reared from a mother. Love cures fear, a cure for well being,
a cure for a tear. 

Fear is the baggage of hate, in which we must learn to love, so the fog of hate,
will dissipate, and love can shine sweetly in one's eyes. 
And shed our racial barriers we wear as a disguise
as a form of comfort, because its our own race we see first 
when we are in a land we don't recognize

But after all we are all humans at heart
leaving everything behind us when we so dearly depart
taking our souls into the afterlife
leaving you with a seemingly an inanimate corpse
but love is immortal, traveling between heaven, hell, and the earth
so one could assume, you will always be left with the love in our hearts
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