Look at me
You see a Black man
Does my face show my culture
Or does it not
Do you notice the freckles
Or do you not
What Black man straight from Africa has freckles
My thick hair
My brown skin
Don't necessarily show my ancestry
I'm a descendant of a slave owner
I'm a descendant of a slave
Can you look at me and see
My White great-grandfather
Probably not
Did you know that you're my cousin
Ah, you didn't think about that
Records show
Everyone you look around and see
Are cousins
Whether they are white as snow
Red as clay
Black as tar
Or some other color
All are cousins
Yes we're all cousins
After that great flood
Left no one but Noah
His sons and their wives
Once again civilization begun
Noah is the great great great ... grandfather
Of everyone on this earth
Like it or not
We're all cousins
Connected by blood
Like all large families have done
We've drifted apart
Fought over what's mine and what's yours
Despised one another
Became jealous of one another
Begin to hate one another
And disowned one another
We rarely ever talk about our shared history
Tried to forget it
Tried to forget that we're all one blood
You're still my cousin
And I'm your cousin
One blood
Despite the various colors of our skin
One blood
About the Creator
John M Edwards Jr
Born in San Francisco, CA. Son of a preacher. After committing my life to Jesus Christ, I noticed the letter I wrote to God had rhyming lines. That became my first poem.
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