Who am I?
What comes to mind, when I say hi?
How is it that you feel, when you find out it’s me?
Are you sad or happy whenever you see me?
Do I make or mar your day?
Does it feel good when I stay?
Are the words I speak yea?
Or do you feel I shouldn’t be here?
Is it wrong that I want to fit in?
What is it that I’m even doing?
Questions! Questions! In my head
Where is the answer saying go ahead?
Until I find out who I am
I realize I can’t get too far from where I am
I need to finally get to a place
Where I am not defined by race
Or shade or ethnicity
But by my very individuality