Our roots are like fossils buried into the core of this
World, I have been carbon dating my culture back to the
Blueprints of poets who have always existed
Because they did more than just exist
Yet we have never done more than just be
But I find my grandmother’s blood on the spray
Painted walls that you call vandalism
Tagged subway trains and brushed slang on the tongues
Of the city, who feared to speak in public
Because their silence has bought them sacred pride
Our flags gave us identity, so we sew them on to our
chest like the scarlet letter for our countries in America
Our appetite started boiling this recipe for the melting
Pot too long and now the kitchen is getting crowded,
Ethnic Evolution has made us beautiful
But their ugly fears have
Gave us struggle, we are stereotyped like book shelves,
Our history can sometimes be found in fiction
But our truth is riding on the backs of
Bilingual tongues and we are mixing up their kids
The reason separation of races will cease by 2050
Until then we will keep finger painting that sky
Leaving our prints for the world to look up
And earth will look at like a proud mother
For making her planet beautiful, remember your roots!
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