IF I WERE THIS FLAG
after “Flag” by Roger Lee Ivens aka “Ab The Flagman”
You would not check the box on the form
that labels me Caucasian,
turns a blind eye to the mystery,
that distinguishes me. Like this flag,
my warp and woof is of manifold
heft. I am chair rung, table leg,
bolt, brad, yoke, wood, tin, aluminum.
Scraps of experience, heartache,
triumph, disappointment, love
assembled into a strong, cohesive
whole. There would be no quarrel
over color. I am red, white, blue.
Color of hardiness, innocence,
perseverance. Color of blood, bone, vein.
Proud colors of shared heritage.