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.
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