Whether you're white
or black, or biracial, or check "other"
love and accept yourself, because
despite your feet of clay, you're beautiful
and spectacularly unique.
Be comfortable in your own skin
but refuse to be a prisoner in it.
Be whoever you want to be
without worrying about...
what people think of you
Their opinion is irrelevant
Don't waste your time and energy
justifying yourself to anyone
Embrace your individuality
Embrace your foibles because...
they make you all the more human!
Writing Challenge 1, August 2019 - Just Write - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Date written and submitted: 08/11/2019
Mom would always tell me don’t be hasted all ways
Listen remember always to put the third on the end
Of your last name think to my self I have political
Correct name and if I don’t say so sound proof
But in to the day I seen man die I learn tie my shoe
Going to funeral after funeral
They just call me the good cousin
Lesson I learn just from cook out family is
Family why not capital that and just listen
I may of struggle but one thing first I always
Ate
Why give up your tray at lunch
Got phone call from Mexican and Italy
They said just listen tell by the way they talk
Must been family think to my self
Ain’t three trey in Italian
Always remember mom said son
Your name tell your hold story
“JASON” and I guess then
Biracial kids was rare from the city I’m from
But now is it a good time to be called by my
Louis Anotino Borgo III
The Good Cousin.
Literally this, Literally that
First it whites, Now its the blacks
It started with a dream
Turned into a horror movie
Diluted in Arms
Websites unreformed
To date based on race
jungle fever a disgrace
Biracial children
With the prettiest face
All in the name
Of pointing fingers and blame
How it started
History remains
Of diluted minds
A game of exchange
What is the problem
With ignorance they explain
The cycle continues
A story of shame
What do you know about a nightmare coming true and a dream being just a dream?
What do you know about things looking one way, but they aren't always what they seem?
What do you know about all you've ever known as a father is a dead beat dad?
What do you know about let downs, being all you ever had?
What do you know about living in America, one of the richest countries, but you've always
been poor?
What do you know about, in order to feed your kids tonight, you have to steal something
from the store?
What do you know about being so stressed out, you feel like you are on the verge of a heart
attack?
What do you know about being biracial, so you don't know if you're white or black?
What do you know about crying out but no one listens and no one cares?
What do you know about living alone in the hood of Southeast DC with your kids and not
being scared?
What do you know about, even when you don't have you want to give?
What do you know about this hard life that I live?