A Poem about Racism

Recently I read a really good book called Black, White, Other . I randomly picked it off the shelf of our local library, and it has plunged me into a world that I barley scratched, and a problem that needs immediate attention. Racism. My huger for knowledge made me seek out books like My Sister's Voices and It's Not All Black and White as well as Marisol McDonald Doesn't Match. I woke up today and had a verse in my head for a poem about Racism, so here it is. 

          I am white, yes that's true,

But I am green, I am blue

I am orange, yellow, purple, pink

I am rainbow, that’s what I think

In the halls I hear

People being criticized because they are queer

Or being lighter than the rest

Or being darker, it is such a mess

Race is such and ugly thing

It separates Goldstein from Ming

It makes people create racial slurs

It makes me want to hurl

Yet, culture is a beautiful thing

It makes us more connected to who we are, and keeps us wondering

Being the only one in your class who celebrates Passover can be a burden

 But it can also be loads of fun when you play dreidel and keep them learning'

Unfortunately a "dis-culture" is taking over our lives

Materialism, it gives me hives

Stuff is not a religion nor culture

Buts it’s invading our minds making us think more more more

We have to push it away and learn of our ancestry, no need for it to stay

Money cannot buy happiness it can't buy pride, 

We have to manifest that inside

When race drizzles away 

When culture blooms

I will be there smiling like a loon

For I am white, yes that's true,

But I am green, I am blue

I am orange, yellow, purple, pink

I am rainbow, that’s what I think