What More Can Be Said

What more from me can be honestly said.

I wear my ancestry as if a costume.
No kidding.
Worn to fit as if custom made.

As a kid growing up,
My father use to call us mongers.
Yep.
Not mulattos.
Nope.

Check this out.
My mother had been of West Indian heritage.
With a Haitian mix.
And Caucasian too.
Somewhere dipping into the pot.
When out of view.
High yellow had been the color of her skin.

My father, on the other hand.
Was black and dark.
And this affected his identity alot.
All I heard from him,
Who was born lucky and who was not.
You see...
My father's family is a true depiction,
Of that quilt describing America.
Some Native American Indian in it.
Asian, African, Puerto Rican and others.
No one knew who or what they were.
Only members of a family too huge to claim,
Them not to be.
Nothing of which I had anything to do with.

And...
When I had my first experience,
Being called a 'n*gger'?
I use to get mad and prepared to fight.
Afterall...
My father use to call us mongrels.
As a child I was proud.
With a broad smile.
Sleeping peacefully at night.
Knowing I was a mix breed.
Representing America as America should be.

These days as I have aged.
With a doing to put,
All that blended mixture in perspective.
To be called and recognized,
As just a human being?
Given respect to not expect it.
I don't know why this acknowledgement,
Begins to irritate and offend me.
Since all human beings are not seen,
Representing America as patriotic as I do.
From head to toe.
Inside and outside too.
Being labelled and called this and that!
Without knowing all that I've gone through?
And today at my age,
Proud to be a mongrel at this stage of my life?
Upset?
Well...
When I tried my best to be,
An accepted human being and nothing else?
The names I had been called,
Made me so upset I wanted to bite heads off!

But these days of craze,
To observe and witness them as they are.
Not too many who claim,
Themselves pure without and flawless free.
Wishing themselves seen raised,
In the image of thoroughbreds.
Emaculately born?
And representing America.
As America us meant to be.
Are clearly sold on fiction and deluded,
Out of their minds.
Blind with eyes that lie to remain closed.
Permanently shut.
Living in denial refusing to give up to truth.
What more can be said.