story#1: my joke

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There's something people ask me and it never gets old.
They'll ask me "what are you?"
"I'm mixed"
"Mixed with what?" They say,
Now here's the "joke" I'm a witches brew I'm a little of this and a dash of that,
But in reality I don't know what I am. Yes I know I'm Black,White,Indian,German,Italian and many other things,
But when your mixed with that many things you start and asking questions like 'who am I?' And 'where do I fit in?',
Because I feel like I don't fit anywhere, I'm too black for the white kids and too white for the black kids.
And even when I do tell people what I am they say "oh I thought you were hispanic" nothings wrong with being Hispanic but it just proves my point no one can tell who I am including me so
What am I?

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