Much like Ellison's character,
I am an Invisible Man;
though not invisible by age or standing-
I hide in plain sight,
an outcast of both my races.
My father's people dismiss me
as a hooligan, like "those others'.
My mother's people think I'm uppity-
full of myself and not conforming to their social norms
of low-riding pants and acting as if
Dr. King's Dream means nothing to them.
I want to correct them both;
I wish so hard they would change
so I wouldn't be ashamed of my white heritage
and the dark color of my skin.
But, to do that, I would have to fall to their levels
telling my father's people to desist on insulting
my black brothers with slurs of the past,
yet at the same time telling my mother's people
the same expletives they call each other
are too good for the likes of them.
So here I stand, an Invisible Man,
watching the world go by.