I Am
I am the one that looks at my light skin and feels ashamed of what my mother gave me
I am the one that feels rather perplexed with the last name my father paved in me
I am a Castillo, but they confuse my identity
I am lost and surrounded with labels and I can't find any serenity
I am the one who is ridiculed for looking as fair as Snow White
Yet I am the one who is judged because they don't think I know how to speak Spanish right
Instead I am the one who uses words like superfluous, circuitous, and perfidious
My use of complex vocabulary begins to reduce what I thought I was proud of
But the skin that I’m in looks like I was born and raised in Berlin
I am rejected by the Hispanics because I’m too Americanized
And I am rejected by the whites because they realized my skin color and last name do not correlate
Those two things do not formulate me as one or the other
And yes, it does sting when my own culture excludes because I am bright
And as much as I would love to put up a fight and defend who I am, I simply could not do it
My father gave me his Mexican blood
And my mother hammered in her Spaniard delicacy
My genes are mixed and I am not pure
And no, I am not looking for the cure to solve my light problem
And I don’t want to rewrite my last name to change who I am
Because the way others define is simply not true
And I won’t put the blame on my parents for making me different
People try to put me to shame because I’m not all that tan
But I can say is that I’m still proud of the way that I am
My skin reminds of my beautiful mother who is like no other
And my last name reminds me of my father who would do so much to protect and respect me
But my parents gave me more than skin and a name
They gave me a soul and a heart that I can claim as mine
And as time goes on, I learn how to accept myself
I am adept in Spanish, English, and German
My trilingual tongue intercepts the thought of me being monolingual
I am more than just bilingual
My identity is not anything virtual
And even though people are really hurtful about defining me
I can see that they won’t leave me be no matter what
But that is okay
Because my identity is not gray
I can see it clearly
I am Hispanic
I am a Castillo
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