I Am More

All you census takers
and policy makers-
you hand me a form and ask
me to identify my identity,
by filling in a circle?
You ask "What am I ?"
In your eyes, the same as
"Who am I?"-defined by the
markings of a number two pencil
under the question of race.

"Who am I?" "What am I?"
I am an Oreo cookie dipped in the sweet milk of life!
White enough for this one to call me friend,
but not black enough for you to call me sister?

I am the best and worst of two worlds.
I am mother,
I am daughter,
I am woman, hear me roar!
I am the essence of life,
and have carried life in my womb.

I am more than your prejudice expectations
I am more than a dark circle on your worthless paper
I am bone, and blood and flesh
I am spirit, I am song
I am poetry in motion.
I am me
I am human
I am D
'Nuff said! *snap*

Found this digging through some folders on my computer. Thought I would throw it up here as a giggle (however, removed all but the first initial of my name). I wrote it YEARS ago as a joke. I had been watching a poetry jam and it was people of all different backgrounds, but they all seemed so angry. All the poems seemed to be about how hard it is to be Black, White, Asian, Latino, you name it, they were there and they were ANGRY! Haha. I thought, hey, I can do that too. This poem is meant to be read with much hand swinging, neck workin, hip cocked to the side, finger snapping, attitude. This was me, representing for the halfies, Yeaaaahhhhh booooiiiii!! Ya hurr? :P