Tight curls

Milk chocolate complextion

Big plump lips

My reflection

Bounce back into my eyes

Faint echo's of

Question

Compliments and comments run wild in my head

Hmm. . .you're pretty for a black girl.

I love your skin!

Are you mixed?

What are you?

I would imagine some go crazy to find out where to put people in their file cabinet of races.

Because simply replying "I'm female" or "A human" just isn't enough

Like a child learning to put shapes in a cut out space

Some get so frustrated when recieving an answer of two or more races.

So puzzled on where to put them in the fild cabinet.

A little Hispanic?

Some Caucasian?

Mostly Black!?

Sometimes I swear I can see others brain flip while processing

Information too much to wrap around comprehension

Maybe it's that gate

That gate of racial oppression blocking peoples ability fo grasp the idea of two or more races morphed together to create a unique identification

Identify me!

As one who will not be

Inside the file cabinet of a cookie perspective on races

Try to look through me and see

With x-ray produced by assumption of what i and others may be

NO!

I yell these words to obliterate that x-ray

I use these words to form glasses of clarity of what i and othera have always been

Mixed raced

The only difference is

I can see

What others see

That same female

Only now

In the reflection of others eyes.