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?
Or is it that my hair has too much curl and not enough kink?
Shall I continue, or give you time to think?
I am human, just like you.
My appearance does not create my identity.
Nor does your impertinence disrupt my serenity.
You say: “it’s weird” that I’m darker than milk, yet lighter than chocolate.
You say: I’m “not really black,” but “pretty for a black girl.”
You say: I’m so lucky for my Latina hair, yet you ask if it’s real.
You say: I’m “just like one of you” because I talk “white.”
But I say: Why do you think white is right?
Is not every color of the rainbow just as beautiful?
I say: I am a paradox.
Although you might be confused, I am not!
I say: I am of milk, chocolate, and caramel.
I belong to all, yet not to one!
I say: the labels are obsolete, for I am so great and they so small.
Look beneath the surface and cherish the individual above all!