I want to be racially profiled,
But not by a cop at a stop.
I want to find out,
By the hair in my snout,
What my parent’s parent’s parents
Were all about.
I’d like to take the yarn of my DNA
And compare it to the yarn they’ve been spinning –
Aunt Millie says we’ve never been related
To anybody who hasn’t been winning.
Uncle Ferdinand buries his head in the sand
When I mention the Arab in the Jew.
And you shuffle and mutter, my dear darling dutter,
When I mention the me in the you.