Mutt

I am a mutt

A mix

My own special breed

Constantly watching

As the purebreds

Strut themselves in this dog show life

Spanish ladies

With their yappy voices

Swaying their tails in an exotic dance

Black chicks

Singing a chorus

With their strong voices

Asian girls

Looking small and dainty

But still cute, nonetheless

But the worst

These stereotypes

The proud, the few

White bitches

Their fluffy tresses

Their delicate walk

They back me into a corner

Their talks of superiority

Their proud, pure, heritage

But I am a mutt

I fight back

I have a heritage

They gawk

They sigh

They laugh

Heritage?

They playfully ask

You have none

I growl

I grin

I attack

I am a native

To your oh-so-long-ago

Foreign land

I am a slave

A prisoner of a religious war

A druid

I am an artist

A lover of fine things

Of wine and or paintings

I am as pure as snow

As cold, as pure as

A nomad among the settled

Many more heritages

Many more bloodlines

Many more people, lost

They are all in me

More than the surface

Will allow you to see

Even if

I do know

Them all

I am still here

I have a heritage

Though it is not always seen

I am a mutt

A mix

My own special breed

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