E-race My Name
by Ian Keeney
Black
Hispanic
Caucasian
Asian
We
are all part of the human equation.
African
Canadian
Brazilian
Russian
We
come from the same Earth so what's the discussion?
Look
into these eyes,
Recognize
what it is you see.
Not
the skin on the outside,
But
what's on the inside of me.
I
am your friend. I am your brother.
I
am your equal, not your enemy.
We
stand united as one power,
The
human race, each a delicate flower
In
a boundless potpourri.
Erase
my face.
Look
at my soul.
Then
you will see me as a whole.
I
am a doctor who heals the sick.
I
am a custodian who mops the floor.
I
built your house brick by brick.
I
fought for this country when we went to war.
We
may not look the same
But
we look at the same sky.
Don't
look down at me or cast up your nose,
Look
straight at me, eye to eye.
Latino
Filipino
Pakistani
Indian
Inside,
humans are all of the same composition.
Native
American
Native
Hawaiian
Pacific
Islander
Other
You
may not look like me, but you are still my brother.
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