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The Skin I'm In

The Skin I'm In

My skin is brown with traces of golden red given to me by my mother,

She's a beautiful chocolate brown with splashes of golden mahogany,

An intense blend of passion, sensuality, dignity and power.

Just like the Empress of NemenA warrior in days gone past,

So my skin was here long before i began worn by my ancestors,

Black people of power and class.I wear my skin with pride,

I am culture,An ethnic part of the local tribe,

I am cut from the same cloth,woven from the same yarn,

Spun from a web of their intolerance with the knowledge that i can, 

that i can surviveand pass on to the future generation,

A legacy of power, courage and integrityto our children,

the future of this our blessed nation.

I also have or so my father once saidhis race to be proud of,

A caucasian, oriental blend,

this race is defined by the slant of my eyes,my proud stance,

high cheekbones and determined, proud elegance.

the indian culture comes to play in my hair,

it's sleek black color, lenght and it's gentle sway,

This is my unique mixture,my caribbean flavor.

The native Carib and Arawaks of this land born in me a gentle kinship with you my fellowman.

So here i stand,

a woman of color,A mixture of races, people, class and power,

many have tried but few could overcome.My legacy will still pass on with my children and their children's children to come.

i see this generation and the one's to come 

playing life's game together sharing a bond,

a bond of unity, of strenght in numbers,

for their race was not definrd or classified,neither was their gender.

So, my skin brown with the traces of golden red given to me by my mother,

Is my passport, my stamp, my own unique color,

this in turn i proudly give to my future generation,

So in the struggle of times to come

They will remember.

Me, the Empress,the mother of their golden color

neither black nor white, oriental or indian.

Just a unique blend of racial integration.

So,

I stand before you and now i ask,

What color are you?

Are you defined by your past?

So, Tell me,

What skin are you in???

Written by roxanne Philip

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Jimmy Arnold

Hello Roxanne,

“A very proud point made and should be point taken poem, for a very proud,” (Lady and  people…) A conglomeratorial smelting pot of not simply a group of colors or a new breed of people, merely a generation of pride and responsibility handed  down to all people by their fathers and mothers before them, that need be told and placed in charge of and making a stand, for the new generation to be. Paving way, to the collective responsibilities of the one people, molded from a blend of a proud many. I too am of (Asian) Orient, native American Indian, Caucasian and  Black and I am proud of, each of which, without  the other, I feel I would have missed out on many parts of my life’s  building blocks that make me who I am and proud to be, every waking minutes of my  God given days. The apple truly doesn’t fall far from its tree or natural roots but after the apple makes its monumental introduction to this new and changing, every day world, our passed on responsibilities, to he or she, will become the beginners,(our youth) building blocks of their own story to be wrote, told and passed on, to their offspring’s to come and so forth and so forth and so forth……. “ I am of you and you are of me, this is the blue print of life that allows us to be socially free……”  Your poems should be a lesson learned by all those who still have not grasped the fact, that we are all one people, bleeding the same true color of one (red), all across the globe and belonging to one superior facilitated congregation of people …The human race….      

Grand Topic,

Jim

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Roxanne Philip

Thank you so much for your lovely praise of my work these are all the things i've felt as an individual and seen and now expressed on the blank page of life and living. Thank you once more Jim.

Roxanne

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Sayed Thangal

Dear madam ,

The selected topic is good, thinking superiority on color is crime before God. Every one is His creatures, live on the same earth, all take oxygen , same blood , one sun for every one ,finally all return to the same soil of the only God.

Thank you.

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Jimmy Arnold

Sayed,

Could not have been broken down any better then your summized equation..

Cheers,

Jim

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Roxanne Philip

Thank you of course we are all one it's just for us to realize it.

Roxanne

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Jimmy Arnold

Hello Roxanne,

You are quite welcome and don’t ever allow anyone to insist you take your (boxing) gloves off until you are assured the fight has finished and there exist no more fight left in our foes…It takes a very courageous person to venture down the road less traveled and to present your fact laden findings in such a strong authoritative manner and be total right about what you felt needed to be conveyed. What made this an even more powerful piece of work, was the fact that, the source praised and placed on a pedestal the right subject matter and the wrong, was placed on Front Street for all men to observe and voice their opinion, on the corrections of their era in thinking, if any exist. “If the egotistical, Male Chauvinist  shoe fits, then I am sure this poem should fit you as well  and if it doesn’t,” “I commend you for being part of the many, that goes day after day doing the right things, on a daily basis and receive no praise for being a righteous husband, father or boyfriend.”  Due to the over shadowing by the ignorant few….Roxanne's not asking for supermen but she is asking for all men to be gentleman....  

Sincerely,

Jim 

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Roxanne Philip

That's what my father was a gentleman, this is my expectation of my son coming to pass, and hopefully eventually one day grandsons to come so it all started before and hopefully my part of the equation in this lifetime would continue with my kids and the ones still to come i just hope i did a good enough job.

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Jimmy Arnold

Roxanne,

Your words reverberated very loudly, so I am quite sure your son will be a scholar and especially if his mother has anything to say and do about it, which is a good thing, (because a lot of men aren’t but should be), so this apple will have to set the bar for those to come and the very good news of this, is that the bar will have quite high standards. As a mother with guidance and concerns such as yours, he should bear no burdens or problems succeeding at all with his destiny…….  Continue being involved in his life, his will thank you for it in the long run….be it now or later….We are never too old to learn from anyone of any age….. As he is handed the torch and is expected to run his in his heat of the race………the human race… the making of a genius is when you began to question the words or works of a wiser man….

Take Care,

Jim

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Jimmy Arnold

Roxanne,

Your words reverberated very loudly, so I am quite sure your son will be a scholar and especially if his mother has anything to say and do about it, which is a good thing,(because a lot of men aren’t but should be), so this apple will have to set the bar for those to come and the very good news of this, is that the bar will have quite high standards. As a mother with guidance and concerns such as yours, he should bear no burdens or problems succeeding at all with his destiny…….  Continue being involved in his life, his will thank you for it in the long run….be it now or later….We are never too old to learn from anyone of any age….. As he is handed the torch and is expected to run in his heat of the race………the human race… the making of a genius is when you began to question the words or works of a wiser man….

Take Care,

Jim

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