I know what you’re thinking…
Another poem about the struggles of being mixed.
Not exactly! I'm going to tell you the truth…
This means I’ve been called mutt, oreo, hybrid, and even a mistake.
Surprisingly, I’ve never been called evidence.
Yes, you read that right. Evidence…
Evidence that everything Americans before me fought for was not in vain.
Evidence that love between a white woman and black man can conquer racism.
Evidence of the American constitution itself, which says all men are equal.
Evidence that society has gone through a wave of progress.
Evidence that no injustice lasts forever.