I am the offspring of much induced iniquity

My father being of German decent

A connection to an ancestry that

In hopes of attaining their own idealistic yet delusional purist race

Dehumanized and extinguished as if they achieved mortality rights

My mother being of Italian decent

A long legacy of innocent blood shed

In the name of The Crime Family 

Whom, in order to escape the repercussions of the offense

Fled their Motherland            

To the Port of Call in Philadelphia

Oh God Bless America

The supposed home and the land of the free

But the place where I am known as the illustrious Whitey

The pale and the privileged

Which historically, by no choice of my own,

Placed me in the front of the fucking bus

Do you realize if I had control

That would not be the story of my history

No, I would re write where there would be no mistreatment or wrong doing

There would be no need to neither rise up nor protest

No need for a hiding place

Or an underground movement

No innocent blood shed in the name race, creed, religion or

The Family

No need to March or Fight for equality

Or for the right to be educated

The right to vote

For you see I would have definitely refused to sit anywhere but a long side of

My sister and my brother

Do you realize in our own minute what you and I represented?

Do you understand I loved you for you?

No matter what you say and no matter what you do

I will always love and appreciate you

For I saw beyond the bitterness and bondages

Beyond the innocent youngster

Who, so full of love and tenderness

Was lost in stolen freedom

Taken from him by that man with a special name

Who, though he himself inflicted, was bound by his inflicted past

And the past before him

And probably the past before him

So controlled he was

So controlled we became by the demons that kept us

Bound beyond reason

Bound to ones self

Without the privilege of ever knowing

It was not meant to be like this

It was not intended

So who fucked it up?

Was it you?

Was it me?

Nope

It was

History

Although we can not change our past nor should we ever forget

But we can change our present

We should control our futures

We need not be racist or divisionaries

But we should choose to love and accept all in harmony as visionaries

We should not take from another like a criminal or an opportunist

Instead we should respect and celebrate

We are all humanist

Freedom from mental captivity

Freedom from the old ways of thinking and decision making

Free from our mothers and fathers errors and addictions

The choice is ours to change the tide

The choice is ours to be not blind but open our eyes and see the beautiful colors

Colors that shape us

Make us and take us

To another place

Yellow

It is the color of Our Sun

Illuminating Brightness that leads all of Our days

Giving us direction and only when removed and replaced by Our Moon are We then nudged To rest Our weary souls

Our weary minds

Our weary bodies

Blue

It is the color of Our Sky where Our birds are free to fly 

The color of Our Oceans where Our fish are free to swim

Green

It is the color of Our Land, Our trees and Our Vegetation

The color of life, growth and hope

Purple, Pink, Orange, and Red

Each representing Our flowers

Mixed together yet holding its own unique beauty

Vibrant in a garden of splendor

Can we grasp this the intended universal vision?

Or do we just continue to act spiritually blind?

Can we recognize the intended knowledge?

Or do we choose to remain uneducated?

Can we appreciate the deliberate value of

True Peace

True Love

True Respect 

True Harmony

Or will we allow ourselves to loiter in the lobby of intolerance?

Will we continue to hate, separate and remain bound?

All of which was not intended seed

Do we magnify the mystery?

His

Hers

Theirs

Ours

Yours

And

Mine

History