Friday, February 7, 2014

New Millennium

Neither is race. Or education, for that matter. Source:, via the Google Machine.
This poem won second place in World Unity Inc.'s 9th Annual Poetry Contest on Diversity and Inequality. To be honest, I think they were looking for something a bit less... challenging of today's world to be in first-place, but hey, as long as there's a nice certificate and recognition for a poem I loved writing, I'm ecstatic. :D

They like me! They really, really like me!
New Millennium

in the new millennium,
melting pots are stews,
cultures keeping shape,
dropped in the same broth
like continents on maps,
flavors seeping through
but not penetrating
the shells of the
snow peas

in the new millennium,
it's audacious to meld
no bubble to fill for multiracial,
no black men loving white women
on our silver screens—
were we not meant to mix the paint
as well as include all the colors?

in the new millennium

there's still so far to go

1 comment:

  1. Congrats!

    Lovely poem, and very true.

    Favorite lines: "dropped in the same broth like continents on maps", "russianlatinopacificislander, haitianasiancaucasian no bubble to fill for multiracial"

    Especially cool in the current context of the Olympics.

    Nice! :D