I wrote this poem at least twenty five years ago.
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I am Caucasian white red hostility Frigid, cold blue blood embattles and pumps through my veins Who am I? I am Native American scarlet red Enflamed raging aggressive embers sets ablaze the seat of my soul The white and red corpuscles in my blood wage war Two enemies stand on two different camps conflicted My white ancestors brutalized heinous acts of rape and murder administered My red ancestors their bones crushed and sifted Ancient ones past souls of old pillaged Genetic memories their mangled bodies lye lifeless Down through time Pools of steaming hot blood violently spilled The ancient old ones agonized cries rise Grand Father when will vindication come? Degradation and violence Their disembodied spirits trapped between dimensions tormented Vapors of oppression Each struggles to pass on to the other side Who am I? My earthly father A red masochistic social path From his neck he hung Suicide Who am I? A white society grandiose idolized White supreme beings try to justify artocious past deeds Who am I? A red savage she animal Deeply enshrouded in bondage and shame Acculurated and assimilated Forced to conform Torn between two worlds Rejected by both I wander confused and alone Who am I? Am I white or am I red? An entangled half breed I find no peace A prisoner of my internal wars As an activist I desparately try to embrace both sides avatar1957 |