Not who you perceive

I walk in my ancestors footprints,

I am not a color,

I refuse to be identified as one,

Caucasian is not me,

Piss me off others can change their ID with outlandish words instead of bisexual now they are pansexuals ,

I am not a color today, as I drove down the road,

An eagle rested in the notch or tree,

In a breath I was that eagle,

Preparing to take flight,

In a nanosecond I was back in my car,

Nearing ever so slightly to Independence Iowa,

I am my past,

I am my ancestors,

I find no need to fit into your Norm,

I say I am not a color,

I stand with my ancestors!

I am Thunderheart!