MixedRace
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A life time of ignorance,
discrimination whispered into the billowing breeze,
my articulation better than those of 'my kind',
the prejudice that is passed from generation to generation,
The day I came into the world I was purple.
My skin changed as the days went by.
Light to dark in a flash.
My hair began to change, straight to curly.
I could feel people's eyes on me, everywhere I walked.
Dark brown eyes almost black glistening
in the sea of bright blue
Tightly coiled hair
Nappy from root to end
Surrounded by bone straight blonde
My siblings are biology
I am manmade
I was born in Aztlan
And raised in the Mother Land
My Mother Is La Malinche
My Uncle is Tom
And I am Joaquin
My blood is as pure as Gold
And as colorful as Granite
