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