My race is the Melting Pot

i lie myself prostrate before you
face up, sincere,
whoever you are that are
that view yourself as the
superior race

for i am
of the melting pot
the lowest among you
of many races
know good people do bad things
we save our scorn for the bad things
we still love the people for
we are all one
when you join us
“hate” will be eradicated
dialogue will be pleasant
and so, what if, as if,
we never find perfect
we will have created
a more perfect union.