Race Time (HS 153)

I fight Nazis and Japs, big plastic figures I buy with my allowance,
colored gray and fleshy yellow, the Nips eyes are slanted perfectly,
kill them all dead like my dad did. Bring um all on.
Next up, Indians, as I crawl, secret cowboy like,
armed with my Wincester cap gun rifle, beneath bushes,
sharing the dirt with bugs and worms, sneaking up on plastic Redskins,
scalp them maybe with my Cub Scout knife,
give them a taste of their own medicine, damn savages,
sometimes I melt them in the hibachi. I surprise them now,
throw firecracker grenades.

My neighbors yell out their window at me to quit making so much noise.
I run into the house, tell my mom the stink Haoles next door told me to stop playing.
My mom looks at me.  That look I don’t like. She says,
You know you’re half Caucasian too, don’t you?

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Happy #WriterTuesday. I hope you are all safe and well. Today’s writing prompt is

race

Use the #WritingPrompt to inspire a piece of writing, any style, and length, if only a sentence or two, and then post that piece on your page and link back to me, or simply leave it as a comment below. I would love to read it : )

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