Introspection
INTROSPECTION
Is it the color of my skin that retards us?
Is it me not knowing my maternal great grandfather Lenny that makes us retards?
Is it the Irish blood that flowed through the veins of my maternal great grandmother Emma that cause us disturbance?
It is this heritage that will destroy.
I am the epitome of all that has transgressed.
I am the pillar of the pallor I see as your skin.
Is it the origin that I am from...
Native to this country where I am born?
Why are you staring at me so hard?
Is it my vernacular you want to disregard?
Does it seem as if I am to strong?
It is this voice that defeats all wrongs.
I am the aftermath that never was.
I am the history that will not be told.
Never mind, that means not anything.
A change will be seen.
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Written September 01, 2015!
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