Racism- I Am Poem by Mal Sealy

My Ancestors; Oh how over the ages.
My blood! Oh where from you?
were you pure? I am not pure! !
My Ancestors killed each other!
Hid from each! Terror...
With Seething hatred they scorned each..
Killed! Warred, Raped and stole off each other at one time..
Ridiculed, judged and Beat upon! !
Ostrasised by each other they did...

Fondly, romantically I look behind-
Proudly I am made from this and them!
A bit of that and maybe them..

Time? ? Forgets it seems..