ethnic identity
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My heritage is mixed like the color of my skin
I'm too black for the whites
Too white for the blacks
But, my color is not who I am
The beauty standard of those who lingar inbetween
I was called a nigger for the first time. My black friends and I.
Oh and if you're a WASP and you're reading this just put the paper down and go ride a pony or drink some Earl Gray tea or something.
The air was cool that morning,
Matching the sky’s lavender and peachy hues.
Vehicular white noise
And the wind’s quiet whispers
Lulled the peaceful baby to sleep.
