Stereotypes

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Dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin tone.

Stereotypes constantly revolving around me,

Expectation of failrure,

of early conveiving.

Working hard to do everything

they don't want me to achieve.

Considered smart,

though I don't look the part.

My eyes don't appear squinted,

and my skin is too dark.

"You could pass for an Asian!"

they say when they see my scores.

 

Completely different cultures,

different images.

The brains of an Asian,

the blood of a Mexican.

My blood makes fun of my brain,

my brain rejects my blood.

Separated by my own body,

by the stereotypes.

By the views and the talk.

 

I can't be Asian,

because I don't look the part.

I can't be Mexican,

because I don't have the mentality.

I am stuck in the middle,

a small part of me touching both sides.

These stereotypes condemn me,

to never being whole.

 

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