Are you a wanna be white?

Oh you're not black

Your not even white.

So what am I?

Or better yet who am I:

Judgement

Open my eyes and see

The beautiful scene of

My French theme

Above my head on my wall

Giving me some hope

That there will be a time where

I will be free to travel

With no worries or obstacles...

No that is not true,

They are always there to whisper those words:

White~washed

Just because I love the romantic scene

Of the French Monarchy

Or the honorable and graces

of the Chinese Dynasties.

Or even the serenity of the cherry blossoms

Blowing through the Japanese Shinto Shrines.

I'm branded as traitor

Who doesn't fit into the stereotype

That society has placed in their:

Discrimination.

However,

No one sees how I enjoy my own culture,

Of course no one does.

I'm usually invisible,

And only come out into the light

When something I do sparks tension.

It's not fair but that's why I stay hidden,

In the corners along others who are also forbidden

To be apart of either group.

I am who I am,

Not a traitor, not a supporter of:

Discrimination & Judgment!

Especially not:

White~washed.