You should shoot me now!

Here's some incredibly bad poetry (written by myself) inspired by Def Poetry Jam (I'd link this, but I always end up at some site where I can't read the actual poets' poems so it seems kind of pointless.)


With Some Grapefruit
I am the great melting pot:
I’m the gook the slant the nigger the wetback the redneck the honky the camel-jockey the sandnigger the hadgie the brownie the beaner the dyke the fag the kyke and white-bread stew (with a hint of curry).
I am Indian, East Indian, East Indian Canadian, East Indian American, I am an East Indian-Canadian-American, with Indian parents born in Africa.
I am all things without being specific, and like Whitman: I filter all things from myself.
I am all ethnicities, I am an eclectic citizen knowing nothing besides assimilation.
Where do I stand and what do I mean when the son’s of those F.O.B.’s who own Dunkin Donuts call me coconut (brown on the outside, white in the middle) and they’re the ones wearing leather jackets (just so you get the reference, to Hindu’s the cow is considered sacred).
I am a chameleon assuming all roles for any occasion,
And like the Brando’s and Deniro’s, I am method:
Studying the black man’s resentment towards the whites, studying the Chinese man’s resentment towards the whites, studying the Korean man’s resentment towards the whites, studying the Arabian man’s resentment towards the whites, studying the Jewish man’s resentment towards the whites, studying the Native American man’s resentment towards the whites, studying the Indian man’s resentment towards the whites, studying the White man’s resentment towards the whites.
I see the world as it occurs around me and I don't limit my experience according to the hue of my skin, because I am hue-man. I am the great melting pot of humanity, be it American or not.
I am the world as I let it flow through me, and I let it flow through me because I am this world. I am this world and all the people it contains. I am six degrees of separation and the remains of stardust from the “Big Bang.”
I am you, while still trying to be me.
I am truth, though I sound silly.
I am love, while maintaining what I hate.
I am confused, though the rhetoric sounds great.
I am one of the few who realizes that I am you because you and I are human, more human than human, and once in a while even superhuman.
I hold on to some things and let others things go, I am an assimilation whore and damn proud to be so, because I am more complete than breakfast with a bowl full of Total Raisin Bran and a slice of toast with some grapefruit.

I am SO sorry I put you all through that.

I'm not really sure what happened there. I think I just sort of became militant and angst-ridden for no real reason other than to appear on Def Poetry Jam. I could have probably used quite a few rewrites and maybe some genuine outrage... but the fact of the matter is that you whities aren't all that bad. I mean, even my GF is of the caucasian persuasion (notice that caucasian has some asian in it?...boioioioing!)