Infinite Differences
A short poem about race, self, and humanity.
Jewish, Mediterranean, German, Austrian, Hungarian, Romani. European? White? Person of color?
Unknown heritage. Ambiguity.
Jesus was black. No he was Jewish. Semitic. Are Semites white?
Privileged? Suspicious? Visitor in his own country?
I don't know what I am. I don't know what to say. I am many things, many colors.
My race is fluid, and that's okay. I am me.
We are all human. We are all one people.
A variety of colors, shapes, and sizes.
More than a rainbow. More dimensions than we can count.
Each one of us unique. Infinite difference. Yet all one.
Jewish, Mediterranean, German, Austrian, Hungarian, Romani. European? White? Person of color? I am me.
About the Creator
Daniel Goldman
Visit my homepage. I am a polymath and a rōnin scholar with interests in many areas, including political science, economics, history, and philosophy. I've been writing about all of these topics, and others, for the past two decades.
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