Latoya's+Poetry+Page

= = =Am I human or am I a race?= I am human or am I… race? When society looks at me What do they see? They see my light brown skin My nappy thick hair My big lips and wide nose My long neck and long legs & categorize me as black or worst a nigger Society fails to realize that I am my mother’s child as well as my father’s They do not seem to care that my mother’s father was French and her mother African American They do not see that my grandmother was Native American the first on this land They do not even realize that my father’s ancestors were slaves who conceived mongrel children by there white masters They do not seem to care that my family represents one set family in the whole world They do not see that my family consists of African, Latin, Italian, French, Native American, & more Society looks at me and hates me because I am a child of miscegenation Society doesn’t want to acknowledge that my father’s ancestors’ masters breeded with there slaves and gave birth to a child A child who gave birth to a child Who gave birth to another child… Until there came my generation However society does not see my families past Society only sees a mongrel A person who will never be fully accepted by society They do not understand that I am darker because I have more melanin in my skin All they know is I am black I have a nappy texture hair They do not see the beauty I see Society does not care about my goals, dreams, and aspirations No all they care about is me being a biracial child When they look at me they don’t see what I see They don’t see a future high school graduate A future college graduate A future law school graduate A future lawyer A future law firm owner A future Presidential candidate Society doesn’t want to see me succeed They don’t believe in me They will not care until I accomplish what I set to do But then society won’t see me as black Instead they will see me as being part white All my success will be credited as me being part white They won’t acknowledge my African American or Native American side That’s because in society eyes if you’re not white you can’t excellence & if you do they have a reason or excuse to why you did Even when I am successful society won’t see me as I see me Society won’t see me as human As an achiever As a motivator As a hard worker As independent As a leader As care giver As a daughter As a sister As an aunt Society will only see me as a race Society will not see me as a person So I wonder am….

=**I Am A Not A Degenerate**=

I am the child of a degenerate I am bound for failure My father is a convict My mother comes from the ghetto I make society worse I am destined to be trouble Eugenics told me so… I am a child of a degenerate I deserve to be locked away in an asylum My presence is contaminating society I am the reason for society’s problems Yet I am only 18 I have not walked this Earth long enough I have however achieved more the Francis Galton expected of me I am nothing like my father But according to pseudo science that’s where my destiny lies So now I have to compete in this race called the “survival of the fittest” So I am racing against the clock Racing to break this curse This curse of becoming a degenerate A degenerate like my father If they could they would isolate me from the rest of the world So I have to keep fighting Fighting to prove to society Prove that I am not a disease I do not carry this germ plasma that August Weismann speaks of Still I am seen as the one to blame Blame me because of some ridiculous degeneracy theory Categorize me as the lesser fit And for what I have done no wrong My father was the criminal not I He is serving his time Do not punish me for the wrong he has done I am not your excuse as social Darwinism so ignorantly explains So don’t even try to exploit me like an animal I will not let you cull me out Nor will I let you count me in your natural selection I won’t let you blame my existence on dysgenic hereditary practices The person to blame is not me How about I lock you up in the asylum Turn all your hatred, theories, and methods against you Then I will prove who is the degenerate is The degenerate is not I am a not a degenerate _

** You have to be taught to hate ** You have to be taught to hate Just like you have to be taught to crawl Kind of like how Hitler was taught to eugenics

You have to be taught to hate Just like you have to be taught to stand Kind of like how MLK Jr. was taught everyone is equal

You have to be taught to hate Just like you have to be taught to walk Kind of like how we are taught gay is wrong

You have to be taught to hate Just like you have to be taught to run Kind of like Charles Darwin was taught people could be degenerate

You have to be taught to hate Just like you have to be taught to jump Kind of like how the British were taught the natural order of things

You have to be taught to hate Just like you have to be taught climb Kind of like how Harriet Tubman taught people to escape

You have to be taught to hate Just like you hate to be to speak Kind of like how we are taught to obey

You have to be taught to hate Just like you have to be taught to say the word HATE Kind of like how Moses was taught the Ten Commandments

You have to be taught to hate Just like you have to be taught hate is wrong Everything we know as people we were taught From putting on clothes to standing up for our rights A person can be taught to hate but it takes an intelligent person to learn hate is wrong A wise person to love everyone equally A determined person to want to learn the difference between right and wrong You have to be want to be taught fact from fiction Kind of like Mr. Kelly teaches us this history ___________________________________________________________________________________ // Ignorant Filthy Stupid Disgusting Ugly That’s what they call me Ethnic is my name I walk with my head hung low I stay on my knees Forced to follow the orders given I want to scream I want to break I want to run But I can’t Bond to Kelly’s Laws I keep my mouth shut I do as I am told Never talking back For if I do I must face the consequences So I hold on I keep going For the challenges I face Are far less than those that The Slaves faced That the Jews faced Those other Ethnics faced My experiences could never compare But I can only imagine Imagine how horrible it must have been How terrifying How hard it was not to break So I pray I pray to God For thanks Thanks that I will never have to suffer what they did I pray for sorrow Sorrow that they had to suffer Sorrow that they lost their lives Sorrow for their experiences So I continue on To try and better my knowledge To better my understanding Of what they fought through What they died from Even though I will never fully know Never fully understand Exactly how their spirits ever survived. //