Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Race: A Blackout Poem

I am of a black father and a white mother. 
I identify as I am viewed.
I am proud.

Yet, racial identity is a matter among arguments.
It means choice. 
It is not observations of skin. 
The portraits and photographs direct narrow stereotypes that divide us. 

A matter of choice in legal standards.
In time, one's sole and blood. 

The series of assumptions made about race by others have power. 
The portraits, the faces, colors and stories define society. 

3 comments:

  1. This doesn't even seem like a poem using words from an article! Nice job!

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  2. I like that it gives people a new perspective on race and skin color. Good job!

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  3. wow very powerful message here and you really did a good job :)

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