I am...Mixed in Every Way

 

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 is that really?

 

I am me,

Raised by she, In a world of he’s

Two races intertwined as one whole

Neither black nor white

Not rich or poor

Neither happy or sad, where do I go?

Not one category do I fit

So please… understand,

Understand when I say I’m at the end of my wit

Unconformable in a conformable world

Where everything has its place

 

“I’m fine”

An automatic two word response for a three word question,

Where the true feelings are exposed on my face.

Troubled… undefinable maybe.

Billions of thoughts and emotions

Held in a fragile body, unable to process thoughts into words,

A baby

 

So, who am I? you ask

I am one who in taking on that incredible task,

Finding, possibly even saving myself, setting my thoughts free

My own knight and shining armor

That…

That, is me.

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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