Transcendence
I begin to understandThe hateful stares
The loss of white privelege
The need to transcend
The rude remarks
Directed towards the children I call my own.
I begin to feel ashamed
That I look as if I belong to a group
That continues to live as if above all others
I begin to sense
That acceptance lies
Within a different world than where I came from
A place where I must
Overcome mistrust
A place that embraces my children
It is now I,
That must prove my worth
As I parent my children of color.
If I withstand their test of me
I feel that I, too,
Will be encircled with warmth
From strong hearts that teach me
Trascendence
From my past.
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