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My heritage is mixed like the color of my skin
I'm too black for the whites
Too white for the blacks
But, my color is not who I am
The beauty standard of those who lingar inbetween
It's confusing being mixed.What I look like, and my experiences,they don't line up with a typical anything.I am not European-American,I am not Puerto Rican,I am an amalgamation of these things, and more.
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
Written broadly against my chest I say "I am Other"
That's who I am
I am not this or that
I am other
I am the child who is always asked
What are you my friend?
They say
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
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
“Yo soy morena-clara.”
I am in the middle of the spectrum, between dark cocoa and light vanilla skin.
I am caramel mocha or medium deep according to makeup industries.
Ethnicity, an identifier to some,
a misfortune to others...
to her.
She hides, her true identity under a body she feels isn't her own,
Mocked behind closed doors
I am incapable of self-identifying.
Everything I'd claim, you'd think I'm lying.
How can I say I am "made in America,"
when I am a product assembled with
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 Am Two
By: Autumn Alston
I am two. Two worlds forged together, each crippled by negative history,
Two forces, diametrically opposed, when combined, producing a mystery.
Black and white.
The swirl is right.
Being interaccial is the way God made me and there aint no changing baby.
Curly hair, tan skin why loose when you can win ?
Don't discern me to be rude,
I'm not up to talk of all the bothersome things
racing in and out of my mind
All thoughts of perplexity
Zoning in and out,
Breathe.
Anger rushes to me,
When he asked si celebro
Christmas, I responded
with a yes and a question.
"We don't do much no gifts
no commercialism not much
at all because there is
They tell my people to go back to their country
as if our nation's origin didn't come from immigrants.
I am caught between
The play of light
From scene to scene
Alternating
Absence
Excess
But I digress
to
Moral outrage and despair
uplifting thoughts
Let's get drunk, and have drunk sex.
So when we wake up, we can't be upset.
There's no recollection of the night before,
we'll let confusion walk, right out the door.
Though underneath forgotten memories,
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.
They've enjoyed our waiting
They've indulged in lies
They've prolonged discussions
They've listened to our cries
I've lurked in the shadows too long
What. Is America?
Is it
the juxtaposition of pink toned flesh
against deep caramel skin?
Is it
the way his tresses twist and turn
whilst her strands lay straight and silky?
I am stricken with the paint of bigots,
Cast in the colors they throw on me.
I am mulatto, all coffee and cream.
But when I am looked at, not seen, but looked at,
