MADE IN AMERICA

i was made in america

conceived in a korean made bed

by an african american woman

and jamaican father.

birthed in a jewish hospital

and branded on the butt by an east indian doctor

i was held and fed by haitian and dominican nurses.

i was wheeled to my new family

by a german born woman

to grandma who cooed while father drove

in his japanese made car

passing greek and italian restaurants

and an irish own coffee shop.

my father's friend made us a portuguese feast

for good health and a full future

while Adel praised my coming in several of his prays.

with slavic cheers and gifts of wonderment

my cousins with latino excitement arrived

with my aunt from puerto rico

commanding order for my mother and me to rest.

in my prussian styled home

grandpa called from canada.

he'll be late coming for the visit.

and Elijah,

that's my brother,

arriving from catholic school

is uncertain where he now belongs

in his now expanding world.

the day moved on

as did all the enthusiasm around me.

the joy to a world,

touched by my presence,

i cried for food and soon slept

in my small world called

america.  

made in america written by Shazza Nakim (c) copyright 1994 Reserved to Peace of Mind Publishings, Inc.