Where do I belong?

My skin doesn't allow me to be one of you-

An American.

I have been reminded many times;

I don't belong here,

I'm just here to take what is yours.

But you don't understand 

that I am not here by choice.

I am stuck in the middle.

Between those of you who despise me,

and my own people

that claim that I've lost sight of my culture.

I am trying 

so hard

to find one side-

one side that will accept me just 

as I am.

But it is near impossible,

as I encounter racism left and right,

and I know

that to get anywhere in this country

I must work ten times harder,

as an immigrant,

and as a woman.