My Genetics Hide
Being a so-called “mixed-breed mongrel” has its advantages … resilience is one I can think of; resistance and immunity, are but a couple of others, and difference is also good to have.
By the way, this is a poem about me, not you in particular. So don’t get all uppity and offended. After all, its my heritage and ancestry I’m proclaiming — all of it.
It’s “New World Dreaming” in the flesh.
Namaste…
My Genetics Hide belongs to the following groups:
! Creative Writing & Poetry !, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, The Word Tree and WMGYou can’t get inside my genetic hide.
You can’t buy my genetic pride,
so stick your genocide.
You tried to wipe-out my genes it seems,
white-them-out without a trace.
Well I’m still standing in my place.
You can starve me with your greed.
You may confuse me with your speed.
Yet, you can’t get inside my genetic hide,
no matter how promising your lies.
You can push my face in the ground,
you can even shoot me down.
No way will I believe such tripe,
so I guess you can stick your genocide.
I have no need to immigrate,
nor shall I freely choose to assimilate;
its your culture that is the invader here,
so stick that on your plate.
Stuff-it up your jumper, and jump-up-n-down
until the cows come home.
You can keep your fancy words,
your fancy clothes and fancy cars;
you can drive me from your fancy clubs
and five star bars, but you can’t cut my genetic ties.
Guess what, shove your genocide.
You can educate your children,
break their spirit, make them sheep.
You can cheat the poor until they bleed and weep;
but you know “big fella”,
you just can’t get pass my genetic hide.
I’ve learnt a bit since I’ve been around.
My stompem grounds, my earth,
my mother, my home town,
all mean to me sweet pleasure be.
So grab your coat and hit the road,
my ears go weak from your bleating.
I’ve got no disgrace from my genetic tree,
so why is it so important
for you to want to get rid of the likes of me?
My genetic spirit remains of all I hold dear,
and with the setting of each day,
in silence I continue to pray;
Tjamu Dreaming, Tjukurppa true,
Kurrunpa stay strong, know I belong.
What’s so wrong about my genetic pride.
Stuff your genocide.
You’ve had a good go at breaking my body,
my mind and polluting my home. So stick you genocide,
‘cause I’m home inside my genetic pride.
I refuse to bow, no more erosion,
subtle poison from these days.
My genetics hide.
© DjA “Crowmanic”
helene ruiz
now as u know i can definitely relate to this one…..perfect in all its entirety
Crowmanic replied
yes, I kinda know that [wink] that’s why only a minority will relate to this, I reckon those of the mainstream will either completely miss the point, or find it offensive, or react poorly … and then again, perhaps that is to be accepted [shrug] ... no matter I’m pleased us mixed-breeds have a point of view that is understandable, at least to us!! [wink-smile]
helene ruiz
cheers to us “mixed-breeds”
Alison Pearce
This is a very powerful and thought provoking piece. The imagery is one of both pride and anger personified excellently in a way that, I think, many people from many backgrounds will identify with.
My grandson is multi-racial – Indigenous, Asian, Native American and (as you can probably tell from my avatar) European. My dearest wish is that he grows up to be proud of all that he is and embraces and learns from the many cultures that make him who he is.
Crowmanic replied
Thank you for the comment, the interest and the sharing. And S.A.F.E. journey to you son.
Nascha
You are so wonderful! Respect friend. x
Crowmanic replied
Thank you for your kind feedback/comment. TC4N
Gregory John O...
I love being a mongrel !!! I hear Monsanto want to patent your DNA Crowmanic. I can see why. Very unique…Nice piece !!
Crowmanic replied
Thanks Gregory. Always nice to see you drop-by. As for the patent… not classifiable therfore indefinable ;-)
madvlad
the good news is we are all alike—the bad news is we are all alike,,