Rating: G

Summary: This is a poem I wrote because I feel alienated and judged by the people around me.

Note: Reading this you may think that I am bi-racial but I am not.

My skin is brown, my hair is crinkly, my lips are full...

I share their history and perhaps their future.

I know more about "our" struggle than those that judge me.

The way I talk, act, and behave, amuses some and disgusts others.

Their comments hurt.

They do not understand that by ridiculing who I am, they alienate me from what I am.

My "people" believe that I am trying to be what I am not.

I am only being me, but of course it is not good enough.

"Oreo," "little black white girl," is what I hear or see in their eyes.

I will never be white - or black I suppose.

But If I am not one or the other, then who am I? Who do I want to be?

If I will never be enough for either so be it.

I will carve my own niche in this world.

I think that perhaps I will not be black or white.

Since almost isn't good enough, I can not be either anyway.

I will however be me:

ordinary but unique,

individualistic yet dependent,

damaged but healed,

black yet colorless.