We are the *******, we are the spicks.
We are the kykes, we are the hicks.
We're the one's who wait our turn,
To read the books you wish to burn.

We are the honkies, the mussies with guns.
We are the beaten, the poor and the dumb.
We see the horrors, the mistrust and the hate.
We are the people, the ones who relate.

We are the chinks, the bindis, the *****.
We are the losers, the mixed and the muts.
We are alone, left to fight.
We are the ones crying at night.

We are the triggers, set on the gun.
We are the fighters, refusing to run.
We see the world through darkened glass.
We see each other as mutants to pass.

If only we learn, it could be done...
We are all different, but we are all one.

Do not let growing up in the streets define you as a person?
You are older now and don’t need to talk the street talk and slangs.
Educate yourself to what you can be, not what you was.
I do not want to be defined as a street **** or a ghetto rat
But as a person who has learned to talk properly and has
Left the streets to the streets.
Because I do not have a college degree does not mean
That I am an illiterate; it just means that I did not pursue my education.
No one has to be defined as low class, trash, or ignorant.
Because you are born in the hills does not make you a hillbilly!
Or born in the swamplands does not make you a swamp rat!
Titles have always been given to every ethnic group, such as
The Hispanics was spicks, the Irish – miks , the Italians as wops
Or guinies and the blacks as ******* and so on down the line.
If you are one who likes to use titles on others, then there is
Only one title that you can use.
“HUMAN BEINGS” which classifies everyone.
I want you to stand proud, because you are a HUMAN BEING
Made by GOD, and he doesn’t make garbage.
Learn your own self-respect and others will respect you!  DON’T BE DEFINED!

Circled in a porcelain *** was wrought iron wires ripped in spirals.

Spicks and speckeled on the edges of oxidized was
only sticky sap and resin that built a prison of circumstantial evidence.

Penance is paid in pay grades and time off in tropical nations.

Make me believe our hearts should all grieve and pay for the insurance of patients.

Are you planning on having a baby? One can be a welcomed addition to a family. I was born as a baby many decades ago. My family saw to it that I grew straight & tall. By age 6 I was eating my weight in hamburger meat. At 17, I was college-bound. An education in college was what I was after. Several years passed & I received many honors & degrees & it wasn’t cheap. My parents had to sell their corneas & my sisters had to carry babies as surrogate mothers. I promised to pay them back once I got my financial legs, but career goals are an elusive thing --- one day you’re selling corneas, the next you’re eating pudding out of a sauce pan. A promise is a sacred thing & I will pay them for their sacrifices I guess, some day, if things go right, aw to hell with it!
   My rotten wife had been crying which I enjoyed immensely. There was little chance of her eyes falling out. In the whole of the world peoples’ eyes don’t avulse spontaneously. I’ve read books on medical anomalies & nothing like that has occurred. You can’t deny physics without gravity exacting a bone-crushing toll. Even if you wanted to jump over a building from a ground-level position you could not nor convert your **** into a mouth-piece thereby reversing the alimentary canal’s course. Simply wanting isn’t enough. I want spicks & spooks to live together but they won’t. I want Hebes & greasers to be friends yet they can’t. I want the black librarian though she won’t have me.