How do you identify with growing up American?
No race. No past. No discernible culture.
To be white is the absence of meaning, of history.
All memorable traditions have been muddled,
by crossbreeding and mismanagement of records.
We have money and education and a media empire,
but our families all crumble and our roots are all broken.
I envy those with a true home, with a birthright of acceptance.
I am lost in a sea of shallow tints reflecting forgotten promises
to never forget...
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