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Am I your white hatred?
Hey, strong Chicana
-- or is it Latina? --
young woman:
you talk a lot
about how you
feel compassion,
but all I see in you
is an immature
separatist.
You approached me.
You wanted to talk.
Now, I'm your white
woman pathetic.
You see me as weak.
But, my little separatist,
no father supported
me. No race claims me
to lock arms in a chain,
a closed circle, to
overcome oppression.
I've gotten everything
I have--I've done
everything--
alone.
Though sometimes
I appear weak,
I must reach
further into myself
to find strength.
And when walking alone,
it takes more strength
to walk at all.
Am I your white woman
pathetic?
Am I your white hatred?
When I got out
of the car, I reached
out to you--Let's
talk again sometime.
You laughed at me:
What would we possibly
have to talk about?
How you held out
your compassion
while fondling
the beads
of your rosary
for everyone
to see.
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