How was I supposed to start this with an “I ”
and let you penetrate to figure out my identity
I want to give you the chance to try
and to see my truest identity.
You speak and let the words come out of your mouth
while I know that you have chosen the easiest way
Your words are cutting deep their way
inside the bottom of my brain
But still…in front of a mirror I stand
alone to understand….why can’t I see what you see?
I smash the mirror because i don’t trust its reflection
I choose instead to trust my alert six senses
I lift my hand and with my finger I touch my face
I try to see any color but there’s nothing to erase
They say my friend has a color , they say she’s from a different race
but when I put my arms around her, my white shirt clean stays
I guess its hopeless to understand what you claim
because to me this is insane and leaves me in despair
And whenever I meditate a face I can see only one race
which is us..people…humanity
Its really strange how you complicate things and call people names
based on color nationality or even on the shape of a face!
I have the strong will to get you out of this nebula
and to force you to quit the habit of dividing us on one thing particular
If I would introduce myself in front of you Sir,
I won’t mention nationality, or the color of a flag
because when we, all humans, return to dirt
there will be non of this left to brag
We are the identity
My identity is us.