Kennt jemand englische Gedichte über ethnische Vielfalt (ethnic diversity) ?

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What Does Cultural Diversity Mean to Me?

by Poetic Philosophy

Journal Entry: What Does Cultural Diversity Mean to Me?

I stopped looking into myself for answers

when as I grew older

my questions still yielded more confusion

“Who Am I?”

A simple three-word question

but yet when you look at brown skin with a yellow tint

and check a box marked Black

slash

African-American or descent

it is larger than life

You depend on others to tell you your history

If your elder generation has committed themselves to reenergizing the earth

before you are old enough to ask that question

you can find yourself lost

taking directions from those in authority

I was told in school

during the administration of a CAT test

which box to check by teachers at the age of five

After MAT and MEAP tests,

sitting at the table with a white supremacist

who after talking guns with an eight year old stated,

“I never met such smart Negroes,”

being called a “Nigger” by skinheads,

and my mother’s stories

of how my great-grandfather was a Native American

who changed his last name to hide his ethnicity…

I asked my mom,

“If I’m Native American too,

which box do I check?”

She turned to me,

“Baby, check what you feel.”

When the next school board test came to check my intelligent quotient

my pen hesitated

I heard the taunts of my peers to another girl in my head

She was a dark brown with short nappy hair

and told everybody she was half Indian

I remembered the look on her face

as they laughed maliciously

My pen found its course and checked the box marked “Black”

and moved to prove that more than mere quibble filled my mind

Now, I’m grown by all stipulations of this society

But I’m still that little girl

with the same question

“Who Am I?”

I envy my cousins

who’s Arab father can give them a culture

where my father was absent

and void of any knowledge before his generation

I work within my own racial group

adopting bits of different cultures

I enjoy Thanksgivings

gathered around the table with

Puerto Rican friends,

Caucasian god-family from a racist family,

Arab-Muslim Americans,

Vegetarian-non-denominationalists,

Christians,

Mandinkas,

and my daughter with an Ivorian father

I laugh at how the smelting pot

can be shown around that very table

I can speak bits of French, Mandinka, Arabic, and Italian

curse in a couple more

I assimilate when needed

but I always come back to my own

I fight to educate our youth to discover themselves

and answer that short question through self-development

I want to contribute to this diverse society

but it seems we are segregated into different venues

so the first thing

I notice when I walk in a room is

how many black people there are

When I work with a Caucasian person

I wonder if they think we are still called Negroes

I pray that the images of hatred

birthed from ignorance

is not the image God has made us in

And for my daughter I

I say another prayer:

Lord, let her father give her a culture and direction

guide people into seeing the beauty in her dark skin

and accepting or hating her for herself only

Amen.

By: Poetic Philosophy (Rainbow)

Ich hoffe ich konnte dir damit weiterhelfen :)

Julia