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.
in which, with respect to our name, we are as confused as you are
By Katelyn Sack
Katelyn Sack is a writer, painter, musician, nanny, medical botany researcher, and political economist residing in Charlottesville. Her recent work has appeared in the UK Guardian, McSweeney's Internet Tendency, The Science Creative Quarterly, Yankee Pot Roast, and Opium Magazine online.