biracial
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She has come to the realization that she has failed her DNA,
but who is she to blame for subconsciously signing the treaty
claiming one side of her victor over the other?
Was it the books,
Ripped from my cocoon,
I stand in a lunch room,
looking for a seat.
I just want to eat.
I am not expecting a mirror
but I cannot see myself here.
It looks like each table has a code
i am my father’s child.
i am my mother’s child.
i am black,
and i am white.
not less black,
and more white.
I am of a white sun against a blue sky, and a blue star against a white expanse. My body is a legacy that spans centuries, continents, cultures, and creeds, sustained by lo mein and latkes alike.
I was white bread, sticking to the roof of his mouth:He was all bones and warm brown skinWe leaned into each other,
Thank you, Mom
For the mayonnaise
Plastered on me
Like a filter to hide
My blood
Thank you, Mom
For the twang
Once Upon A Time...
There was a princess named Rapunzel
Born of a Black father and a White mother, Rapunzel was praised for her curly hair
Natural curls
"What are you?"
This is the question I am asked most often when people glimpse at my curly Q curls,
When you look at me, what do you see?
I would hope that it would be my personality
But
That is not what society has taught you, me… we.
You see my #TBT, selfies and who follows me
But
What am I?
I am human.
What are you?
You must be confused, since you cannot clearly identify me.
You mean that the color of my skin does not give you a clear indication?
Because I have imperfect Spanish,
I am never Mexican enough to those who speak better than me
Because I have imperfect English,
I am always too Mexican for those who speak better than me
The burning crosses flow through my veins
Alloyed with the remnants of black berets and raised fists
The screens glow with the tide of imminent revolution
A path marched
Lives disposable
From white to black and pink to blue,
my biracial skin makes me #flawless like you.
From birth to adulthood,
society has taught us nothing but where out differences stood,
One
It is about time you realized that you are black
you still don’t know what that means
But one day you will
And you will never have felt more beautiful or misunderstood
I writhed across the stars, one night, dreaming of the fars
Where in tropical nations, conceivably, the sky turned gradations
Of warm colors for the same sunrise, I see, but different bird cries probably
What It's Like To Be a Mixed Girl (for those of you who aren't)
First of all, it's feeling like you fit in and then one day
someone different appears in the mirror.
I look in the mirror and I see the deepest parts of my heart.
You look in my eyes, but only see my outermost part.
And yet, because I'm made of two, you all expect me to choose?
We are
The in between
The White Queens
And the Africa's King
The Union that no one
Sees
As wild as the curly Trees
As high as the Yellow Leaves
Or yellow skin that knows no
End
The product of two worlds, joined together in love,
once without identity and lacking purpose.
Having hard feelings against the ones who brought me here
because I felt like who I was made me less.
