Mixed Blood

i really like this- must read...... more poems..........

i have a lot of poems

forgot to like this poem

Amazing this was...you realy broke down your view...i love this...

Culture is a set of traps, accommodations an individual makes in order to appease and empower an institution. Whether an institution of family, country, company, the behavioral changes aren't the trap. The mental gymnastics a person has to do in order to form the statement "I perform this action because I was born a _________ ." It's such a load of shit-pie, because if that same person had zero concept of their culture they'd never have to take much beyond the golden rule into their moral matrix.

culture barriers break down to nothing and a new generation is born
racism should be a thing of the past but it still alive today

The culture of BlueBeastGirl, stemming from everything you read, every character you relate to, every change made up in the attic, takes all that sand that culture broke down into and forms it into a ziggurat.

some cultures persist to persecute those who are born this way

Word up yo, more lives lost due to religious tradition and cultural ties than any other motivation.

without a history or cultural past, the children of half bloods
rarely, if any ever do, their life does last
death comes early to the wanderers born from this color biased world

Sad, but truly without a rite-of-passage ceremony in our hodgepodge nation of hegemony escaping... Young bloods come up with our own rites. Jump-ins, graffiti, hazing, a desperate primal search for that structured sense of "Here's the path. Here's how you achieve grown-up hood in this society." Sore lacking, but the entertainment industry has us glossy-eyed and hypnotized on how achieve status.

I know a lot about my cultures but none except me
society doesn't want mixed bloods, so who wants me
a boy with a warriors lineage and warriors blood
so a mixed blood warrior will a mixed blood gypsy want


People like to pigeonhole. Hence the line "You can't capture me until you catch up with me." If a person cannot define where your lines are, they don't know your weaknesses. They can't contain you in their module they envisioned, of what role you define in their life. It takes courage to look at people as individuals and say "Yeah, this person fills a million roles, far past whatever they are to me."

Knowing what high school a person went to, what their ancestors believed in, what group they belong to is a really convenient way for cowards to make declarative statements without doing the knowledge.

But self-hood you hold inside, so fuck what those ignoramuses declare from cultural confusion, from being overloaded by a mixed gypsy girl who's done the rollercoaster, stared herself back and re-configured the pieces. Those are the same fuckers who'd get the shivers being the same room as Harley Quinn, instead of fascinated. Let ém be confused about where you're from. It's not where you're from anyways, it's where you're at now.

wonderful writing
can only agree with the comments rose made.