What Are You
Growing up in Chicago was
quite an ethnic experience.
People always asked me,
"What are you?"
Such silly, old, decadence!
My Mother had no time for
such foolishness.
She told me the answer was
AMERICAN, and stop playing
ethnicity boorishness.
Mother was way ahead of her
time.
She knew character and personal
accomplishment was what made
us, indeed, both gleam and chime.
It's pathetic to see what is going
on in this current generation.
When only sex and color, push for
more degrees for humanity's sad
separation.
3/15/2021
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Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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