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A Child Of the Melting Pot
I am a child of the melting pot
 Throw in some okroshka
 And cabbage soup
 With a whole lot of cattle
 And a slice of Montana sky
 Mix it all up
 And let it sit 
 For several generations
 Then ladle it into bowls
 In the Bronx
 And in Albuquerque
 And in Chicago
 
 But don’t offer the soup
 To my Great Uncle
 Because it doesn’t speak Yiddish
 Or Russian
 Don’t offer it to him
 Because it will never know what it is like to fear for it’s life
 Just because it is Jewish
 It will never fear pogroms 
 And it will never refuse to turn on the lights 
 On a Saturday
 
 Don’t offer the soup to my late, great-grandma
 Because it won’t ever brand cattle
 Or herd them
 Or build fences
 Or know what it was like
 To have to see it’s husband go
 Because he was one of the only dentists
 In Montana
 Idaho
 North and South Dakota
 
 Don’t offer the soup to my grandma
 Because she is gone
 And even if she wasn’t
 It would go down funny
 Because the soup would be a little too sweet
 And naive 
 To settle next to her blackened lungs
 And broken heart
 
 To these people
 The soup is just a little to 
 English speaking
 City dwelling
 Un-orthodox
 To go down easy
 
 So they watch the soup boil
 and simmer
 And smell it
 Stirring occasionally
 So that it doesn’t burn
 Each dropping in a bit more 
 Montana 
 Or cattle 
 Or okroshka
 Or cabbage 
 When the others
 backs are turned

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