Continents of heritage
Africa.....just one
Varied such blood lines
Of cultures they've come
This land conceived
Miscegenation has bred
A modern genealogy
Apprehensive the tread
A new race of mankind
Only yesterday born
Historically no lineage
That strength to lean on
Once they were Negroes
Then Black they became
Decades of frustration
In search of a name
America by birthright
This USA...their land
A soul of that soil
USArian....I am
Author's Note:
USArian; A miscegenous-race of mankind indigenously unique to this soil, 'wholly created as a direct result of acts of aggression, kidnap and rape perpetrated upon innocent African peoples.'
This is my history; this is my culture; this is my heritage; this land is my home. To this sacred land, I have a vested right. Yet, racism rampant within society has declared me an unwelcomed stranger in my own home.
A cursory look at history tells me of the need for vigilance; the centuries old plight of the Jew warns me of this; ethnic cleansing within the borders of the former Yugoslavian Republic wail out that message. Virulent assaults against the noble ideals of affirmative action; vehement diatribes directed toward immigrants of color by those whose own tormented ancestors anxiously sought, and found refuge within the out-stretched arms of Ellis Island; all tell me this.
We are a hypocritical house dangerously divided. As Abraham Lincoln once admonished, 'A house divided against itself cannot stand.'
The search for identity, individual/corporate, is confusing at best. At some point we need to just live, be... Unity of spirit, there you go! Welcome to Poem Hunter, James! Esther : ]
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We are a hypocritical house dangerously divided. As Abraham Lincoln once admonished, 'A house divided against itself cannot stand.' A thoughtful poem.