The “Invisible” Minority

If I enter a shop
I won’t be helped.
But the salesperson
won’t follow me around
in the store.

I can drive a car
and be yelled at
for being a bad driver
(as expected of my race)
but I won’t get pulled over
for the color of my skin.

For respect,
I have to make money
and dress well (professionally)
and even then,
I am thought of as “Other.”

But if I wear a hoodie,
no police officer will pull
a gun on me
and call me a “Thug.”

I am the silent “model minority.”
Some of us are racist for we have “overcome”
and don’t want to hear “excuses.”
Others see the shades of difference.

Some of us are ashamed of each other.
First and second generations look at each other
like aliens from Venus and Mars.

I might not speak my mother’s tongue
or if I do, I might not speak it
to my son and daughter.

We seek to fade away and become erased.

I put my head in my hands and wonder
at the wisdom of such an impossible feat.

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Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at https://redgladiola.wordpress.com

7 thoughts on “The “Invisible” Minority”

  1. Powerful poem! Yes, can understand. I was raised to be what I call an “underground” Romani/Gypsy. We are light-skinned and it was decided, when my father arrived in the US, to assimilate. Maybe something was gained but certainly a lot was lost…

    1. Thanks! I think it’s always a challenge to assimilate for immigrants and some have more success than others. Some can blend in, maybe completely in a few generations. Others never can. It’s also difficult to hold onto a culture and a place the further you get removed from it.

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