The Gathering

There, that place there are where my brothers and sisters meet

Where we eat and drink from the same cup, where the sun rejoices

He is my brother because he is white, she is my sister because she is yellow, he is my brother because he is pink and she is my sister because she is purple

we are all brothers and sisters, eating together, actually taking about our togetherness

Because it doesn't matter who's skin color is what and who's isn't

Because it doesn't matter what background we had

All that matters is who's going to bring the tacos, who's going to bring the gumbo, who's going to bring the wantons, who's going to bring the rice, and who's going to bring the chicken. 

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