Ay, Ay, I am NOT of One
Ay, Ay, I that am thick thighed and wide hipped
White in my hair, Black in my lips
Both in my heritage as I am not of purely one,
Though I know not either what exactly I am
I know no one that is so wholly pure…
Ay, Ay, Ay don’t understand why
Mixed was once disgraced, blemished, wrong
Wanting to be equal to the Pure
And is now boasted, bragged, right, best
Pure wants what Mixed have
Mixed eyes, Mixes hair, Mixed skin
Apparently it’s all better
Ay, Ay, Ay know
No one is of Pure anything
You are as mixed as the person to your right and to your left
You are a chunk of DNA, in which combinations
are so various and similar at once
and to be these twisted vines which entwines
to create, not separate
to multiply, not divide
To reproduce the future with no singular reason to the immaculate confusion of the who, what, when, where, why and how they combine the way they do
Ay, Ay , I know only one reason for why-ever they combine isn’t to be discriminated,
We call EACHOTHER race, focusing on the win
But why don’t we just run together.
College and Life After 