My Fellow Indians

To be white,
Seemed like a cool flight,
A dance at the ball,
In the great hall,
Brown skin offers no protection,
Maybe-
A sense of hesitation,
Indians I have always despised,
Yet they offered me this giving life,
Race and color did not exist,
Until today I realize-
The brownness within me.

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