A Dedication

"To the whites." It said.
And it was directed to me.
It was directed towards rasicm
those nasty slave traders
the people who took rights away
and reproduced in their image
and made themselves my anscestors.
It said, "they send us all to Hell."
And it said something about Negros,
and it said, "To the whites."
As if it were to me.
As if I had ever used the word "negro"
and it hadnt faded before my adolescence.
As if my blood had been examined
and determined to be the color of frozen tundra.
(But no one has ever looked at my blood.)
And you have to wonder about all the others.
Asians, what about asians? What about the rest?
You leave them out
just because they're blood isnt the color of fresh plaster.
Just because they once got called "chink."
(My blood has always been red...
It was even red on the day the black boy tried to hurt me
for being one of 'those whites.'
Though I was just sitting there.)
As if it was my fault.
I didnt get to chose my color either.
(My blood has always been red.)