RAWA Blues

          Leo Felton, African-American member of a white power gang

It’s not enough to pass.
I want to be at the head
of the class, on the right
team, the strongest:
White. Pennant of
the motherland—before
she embraced the other,
the Adam formed
from mud, failed
prototype. In prison
I learned pride, studied
Jung. Which archetype
shall I choose, who am
divided, who aim to divide?
The gods refuse our self-
serving certainties.
They are power made
manifest, no bleeding
heart. Though unmasked,
displayed in footlights,
I will not bow
to pray: my father, who art
in nigger heaven, can
you see me now?