What does it all mean?

There she is 

Standing there 

As if she was 

Important or something

The proud American

Now the Vice President

How did this come about?

Once a small girl 

In her daddies arms

Then standing with mom

And sister

She must have had

Some pre-knowledge

Or did she just fall into it?

Her parents came from

Different backgrounds

One from India

And the other Jamaica

How did they both get here?

At the time it was not as easy

To just walk across a border

They got a chance to go

To Berkeley

The University of California

Well known for its academics

And for its riots

These two were in the same

Desire to learn 

And to be independent

They joined hands

When no one else 

Would dislike it

Times had changed

Unlike across the bay

At Alcatraz

Where the native Americans

Had been given the impression

They were welcomed 

To attend the university

But at the winter break

They were all told

To go home

And not come back

Many of those had not

Traveled as far

But had no way of going back

They had come to learn

Selling everything they had

Nothing to go back to anyways

Except a few old men

Who wanted to talk

About the war

And how it made them heroes

Unlike those from other places

India had left thier British

Ways to take up American

Being American meant 

Becoming American

By going to school

And staying despite

Having family there

Expecting them to make it

While Jamaica was just

Another dream for someone

To jump on a boat

And get away from the life

Of paradise

And no future

Just living  in a humid climate

They made it through

Got married

Had their parents

Find out about the each

Others and get jobs

Real Americans

With real jobs

Babies followed

And so did divorce

What were they to do now?

While the Indians 

Were given another year

They were not given a chance

Those who changed lives

Were the ones not seen

As enemies of the state

Indians will always 

Be the enemies that America

Does not know what to do with?

While the others were allowed

Allowed to believe in the dream

A dream that was not meant

For them

Only the Germans

Need apply

White blond 

Blue eyed

They were the only

Ones wanted by anyone

But somehow

It got too much to deal with

These were the lucky ones

Who found a life

While the Germans 

Bid their time

Now everything 

Is out of hand

They want to not be obvious

But allowed 

It to happen

As long as they hold hands

Poor Biden

He came from a good

Irish background

East coast born and raised

Rose up through the ranks

He has no problem

Sitting next to those

Unliked and unwanted

But she did make

A point in California politics

Now she has arrived

Having been raised

Both black and brown

Outsiders though from the rest

Perhaps she might make

That next step

It is not that they want it

It is they cant stop it

The Native Americans

Were offered jobs

At federal jobs

Given the impression

They would not be prevented

But most of their young ones

Want Hollywood 

Lifestyles and don't care

Even the local Indian clinic

Prefers the wrong sort

Wont give up on asking

Something so trivial

Can you prove who you are?

It does not make a difference

There are no longer 

Native American doctors

They have all died

Been replaced

When a Bonafide

Surfaces

They do everything 

To erase the challenge

Poor Nikki 

Thought she was going 

To make a big splash

She did make it to the UN

But not to the Causcus

On time

Bad weather 

Kept her from getting the votes

While Trump breezed past

He is what the public want

He might not be right

All of the time

But he is not a bad one

As Hitler and Zelensky 

But wonders will never cease

A brown girl 

Not understanding

To do it on her own.

Bless Kamala 

Who came not from

Poverty nor from riches

Worked her own magic

As she walked beside

Her mother 

Making her own way

With her fathers blessing

Finally marrying

When she felt it was time

She has no shoes to follow

Not big black ones

Nor small soft ones

A unique challenge

Is she up to it?

It is too bad

About Jill getting in the way

No one wants to see

Joseph shuffle off

He has earned his place

While Donald has also 

Worked his way up

The ranks

No one likes him 

In the media 

But the people

Show him respect

What are we all to do?

Our favorite might not 

Be the one chosen

Nothing is easy

When dealing with the likes

Of Jimmys and Candys

Who are pure white

Without any blemishes

But have roots 

Deep into another continent

They somehow get by

While we mourn 

A time when all had a chance

To change history

And make others feel the pain

Of having a dream

Come true

Birthday wishes 

To those born

To make a difference

Sorry for those who 

Don't realize

The Indians will always 

Be with them

Watching and waiting

Whom do we want

White Black or Brown?

Does it matter

What their skin color is

Or the size of their shoes?