Do you fear me because I do not look like you?
Do you hate me as I don’t believe as you do?
Should I assimilate, if so, with who?
Are you the only one who walks the path to truth?
My blood flows red as I fight to protect the huddled masses
Hold my tongue as your hate spews forth like thick molasses
Wear my uniform of freedom, proud, despite the xenophobic fascists
I turn my cheek again and again; I’ve had lots of practice
Jesus loves me, this I know, Allah holds my hand
The Great Spirit rests inside me; I am part of many lands
I know right from wrong; I know who I am
Listen with the ears of the soul and you shall understand
Semper Fi, always faithful, no matter what may come
In the desert sands far from my beloved home
So you may eye me with distrust
Till the cities turn to rust
But I shall not abandon you
My Mama raised me right
© Alison Pearce 2008
This poem was inspired by the life of a friend’s godson. He is an American soldier who served proudly overseas in the “war on terror” and yet faces predjudice in his own country everyday.
This poem celebrates his background, one he is proud of despite the taunts.