The Nesting Doll of Me

 

Do you know?

Those little nesting dolls?

The ones that have numerous layers

And a puny center

Well, identify and personality  are like those nesting dolls

It starts out big with many people able to relating in the wider circles, the larger layers

Then as the circles get smaller and more petite there are

Less

And

Less people

Less and less layers

Until you reach the center and

The center and smallest is you.

Over the years

People have been judged by their

Race

Culture

Who they are

Because they are

Contrasting to the population

So you take a risk sometimes

By marking who you are

On surveys, tests, and all else

Me

My identity

Is different

I’m adopted by Caucasian parents

And I’m Chinese

An alien to my family

My race may be a large fraction

Of the entire world population

But I am

The last hard to find piece or clue in a puzzle in my family

Identity is a long road

Behind you

And one nesting doll has to keep digging

In the blistering sizzling sun

Or the arctic ice

Dig for themselves, to make their own path

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