this is just me being a melodramatic little shit please ignore
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"So...what are you?"
What am I?
I am the golden sky, a painted canvas of orange and red, swirling clouds and purple storms
I am the morning dew glittering against the sodden grass as the wind rustles the leaves of the trees above
I am the yellow glow of the streetlamps that illuminate your bedroom as you lay awake at night because you forgot to close the curtains
I am the deep navy sky above, littered with freckles of glorious burning gas
I am the rushing wilds of water cascading from waterfalls and the smell of the smoke of ancient bonfires still burning away in the depths of my heart
I am the sound of one thousand drums beating along with the steady pounding of one thousand hearts
I am wide stretches of mountains that fall off the earth and into the horizon
I am the desert sands and the grassy countryside
I am blood and bone and flesh and heart
I'm " wow you're like, so exotic "
I'm " so where are you from"
I'm "what side do identify with more"
I'm "you're so lucky"
I'm " omg what a coincidence I want mixed babies"
I'm "you don't look..."
I'm " I was born in the same city as you"
I'm "I can't identify with a side if I feel like I don't fit into either"
I'm "sometimes scared to go to certain places
I'm " I used to be embarrassed to go out with my own family in public"
I'm " I don't find it surprising when old ladies glare at me on the bus"
I'm " Family gatherings are uncomfortable because I don't look like the people I love"
I'm " I know some places aren't safe for me"
I'm " a person of colour but I don't know what kind"
I'm " afraid to express myself culturally"
I'm " the pretty ladies on TV don't look like me"
I'm "not brown enough to be oppressed "
I'm "not white enough to be an oppressor"
I'm " not golden enough to be beautiful"
I'm "welcome to limbo, enjoy your stay"
I'm " I didn't give you permission to touch my hair"
I'm "I don't have the right to be angry"
I'm " I didn't understand what race was until I was nine years old because somebody told me my mum wasn't my mum because we had different skin"
I'm " I have never walked into a room without feeling glaces burning holes in my skull"
I'm " my face is an invitation for a game of "GUESS THE RACE"
I am "lucky to have a loving family"
I am "lucky to live in an accepting place"
I am "glad to be around such wonderful and inspiring people"
I am " a little bit dramatic at times "
I am " in love with love"
I am...
"No but like, what are you, really?"
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrypersonal rants and rambles poetry collection, rarely legible, always nonsensical the earth is suffocating , swear to make them cut me open, so that I won't be buried alive.
