Worldly colors

 As Cuban

As a cigar

Ukrainian

And Romanian

Loved the Olympics

Because I got

To cheer 

For my ancestral heritage

Yet be grateful

That I bleed

Red, white

And blue

Henry Louis Gates

I love finding 

My roots

And treasuring 

The person

They shape

As I look

At my reflection

And tell 

The Master

How much

Of a privilege

It is 

To be His

He doesn’t like

That my soul

Has been split

Between perfection

And mediocrity

Do not seek

To copy

Humanity

All imperfect

Flawed beings

Needing saving

From ourselves

Love me well

Until I’m able

To do it

With consistency