This collection of poetry is an extension of my article originally published by the Medium in 2020,
detailing the struggles, broken relationships, & the journey of self-actualization for the biracial womxn
in several volumes.*
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For Those Who Are In Between
Volume I · · · · · · · · · coloured in my perspective.
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The Womb
Darkness surrounds
her warm body
as it vibrates with the rhythm
of a mother’s heartbeat
that is everything she has
ever wanted in the world
She cradles her new love
In her womb
color unseen.
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The Inquisition
What are you?
A constant question on the tongues of ignorance,
left unanswered.
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Good Hair
I met her in the dreams I had
for myself
I see her in every ad and film
starring the biracial girl
whose mixed heritage grows from her
head
whose reflection I see in the mirror
counters the image starring back at me,
forever the supporting role in my life
Scratching at my head in silent tears
what is this hair I pull from my bleeding scalp
fit for no ethnicity
hiding my true identity
It is my legacy
to never be "good" enough.
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For Girls Who Told Me
For those girls who told me
“oh, now you want to be black”
as the scolds of eyes fold
on my lightly toasted skin
An ever-changing pigment
to conceal the mixture of spirits
amongst company
I must admit
just because it doesn’t look like the fire
runs deep
doesn’t mean I don’t
burn forests
Nonexistent in the world of stereotypes,
Judged from the lips of categories,
Cautious on the heels of politics,
An anomaly in the sea of definitions
For those girls who told me that political correctness
is my perfume: take a breath
of my natural scent.
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