I have lived a partial truth. 

My mother's family hails from Mexico 

While my father is a half breed. 

My grandmother is all European 

And my papa comes from Sri Lanka, 

But he is mixed with Dutchman blood. 

My tata's siblings’ had colored eyes, 

Which isn't "normal" for people of my kind. 

There is much I never knew about myself before. 

I never saw many children who looked like me. 

Most of them were fair and skinny, 

While I am tan and "bigger".  

My mother never told me where in Mexico her family came, 

Until halfway through 9th grade. 

She doesn't care about her history, 

But I need to know where I'm from. 

Almost half of me is white. 

So unbeknownst to her belief, 

My mother has white men in her family tree. 

Native blood is in my veins, 

Stemming from the South American tribes. 

About sixteen percent of my history, 

Comes from my papa's island country. 

Little did I know, 

Different parts of Africa run through me. 

Other countries in Asia is where 

Some distant ancestors came. 

My recent relatives did indeed 

Come from Mexico,

Just as I believed. 

The rest of me is an unsolved mystery. 

My father said that I'm a mutt, 

But that’s what makes me special. 

Who else gets to discover 

That many cultures pump through their chest.