It's that time again

that same Box again.

That tiny square on every test

that taunts me and says:

You don't fit in here

You don't fit in anywhere

Your skin is too pale, you non-Chicana

Your eyes are too dark to be Aryan 

You are not diverse, but only a mutt

Your colors will never be beautiful.

To hell with that box

I refuse to check off

I will not just be "Other"

I will stand for my strands

And my two seperate worlds

I will fight for a change

In the name of this "Race"

In the skin that nobody will recognize.

I am more than a Box

I am a mixed woman.