Figuring Out Whom You Are, The Teacher said I Must Be Spanish.........

Two of My Nephews That I  Love to Pieces.

My sister was telling me the oldest came home from school

and told her that his teacher wants him to verify what he is.

My sister said What are you talking about?

Well the teacher asked me if I was Spanish,

and I told him no that I was Scottish, Irish, Belgium and African,

and he told me I must be wrong to please check it with your Mom.

Then the young fellow he comes  home with Tan Pride written on his arm,

My sister asks what that is about, well he really was not sure.

Then he says he has a new friend and he is Indian.

My sister explained that their are North America Native Indians

and that there are East Indians.

He looked at her and said, I don't really know for sure

but he is  From Cleveland.

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So tonight I was talking to the boys on the phone

and I asked them if there was anything at the school

going on in regards to Black History Month.

I guess there has been some talk about it,

I asked if they talk about Slavery  and Martin Luther King,

A little he said, then he told me he got in trouble with one of the teachers,

and he said he really did not like her, so I asked what happened.

Well his friend Mohammed sneeze and he said God Bless You,

and Mohammed said Thanks and the teacher told my nephew

that that could be very offeensive and he said Mohammed

was not upset, She told him not to say that again.

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My nephew said he was Canadian, The oldest one had a 

huge display at some thing in the school.

He  wore a kilt and talked about the Irish and Scottish,

He even made green cookies and was a hit.

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Somehow my siblings and I all grew up okay,

I think they should let the kids be kids

and I told the boys that all races should be proud

and learn about thier roots, because it all makes

us whom we are today, that we should all love one another as equals,

and that it is very interesting to learn about all parts of the world,

and different ethnic groups.

I told them to treat other people as they would want to be treated themselves,

and that there are good and bad people in the world,

hopefully more good than bad

to love everybody.

One went to watch Basketball, the other to play his keyboard.

They were kids once again.

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There will be many more lessons to be learned,

I always wonder if I say the right things to them.

I can only love them the best I can.