I am expected to accept and forgive,
Those who offend me.
I am expected to do this,
Because those who do that...
Are aware I am black.
And being more than just black...
I AM.
I am expected by all other races,
To stand up and take whatever it is they dish.
I am expected to do this,
Because who I am people are quick to dismiss.
Disapprove.
And because of my heritage that clearly appears.
But I am connected to something more powerful,
That makes my presence exist.
And 'that' which IS...'is' aware of all of it.
I am expected to accept and forgive,
Those who offend me.
I am expected to do this,
Because those who do that...
Are aware I am black.
And being more than just black...
I AM. Is. And proud to be.
'Are we not 'all' mongrels? '
Let's take one layer at a time.
I address the minds who are still there...
Sniffing on their kept delusions.
Believing I have no significance to influence.
You do the 'mongrel' thing.
And I'll stay with specifics.
It's less easier to evade to degrade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem