My peoples were victimized
From the forms of genocide
To the thoughts that lived on in my mind
These heritages I bare on my spine
Assimilated in time
(Another form of genocide)
Others try to tell me how to identify
But it’s not up to anyone to decide.
How I feel inside
Doesn’t have to reflect my exterior.
I never said I was superior
But I refuse to be treated like I’m inferior.
Break me down in fractions?
But I utilize my actions
Sometimes even more than those who happen
To be supposedly “more pure.”
But how can that be
When my family too endured
The struggle to be free.
So how you see me
Is only a greater conquer
To the powers that have been our monsters
You call me an imposter
But do you know what all I do?
I’ve been called Injun and gook
I’ve stood up against what others said was the truth
I come from many different backgrounds,
I’m no worse or no better
I’m always around to endeavor
The struggle with my sistren and brethren.