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
She told me the answer was
AMERICAN, and stop playing
Mother was way ahead of her
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
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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