Minority

I am a minority.
Although the color of my skin is the same as yours,
I am outnumbered.
Although my god is the same as yours,
I am the few and far between.
Although my tongue sounds the same as yours,
I am a minority behind the eyes.
My Hitler is not made of flesh and bone.
My autocracy is made of letters and numbers.
My foes do not burn crosses in my front yard.
My enemies burn my hopes and dreams.

My slander is not voiced with honky, nigger, spick, kyke.
My torment is voiced with retard, idiot, dumb, moron.
Without the minorities behind the eyes,
this nation would not have a father.
Without the minorities behind the eyes,
E would not equal mc2.
Without the minorities behind the eyes,
there would be no Mona Lisa.
Where is my Dr. King, where is our Malcolm X?
I am them and so are you.
We are the minorities behind the eyes.
My brothers, my sisters, I have a dream.

Dana Davis
March 2007