Color

Sometimes I feel like my whiteness sits on my chest. I don't fit in with my dads side, I'm too dark. They touch my deep brown hair with a painful curiosity. They introduce me and include my ethnicity like its the second half of my name, it feels like an explanation. They can't just let it be, they have to explain why I look the way I do.

Sometimes I feel like my latiness sits on my chest. I don't fit in with my mom's side, I'm too light. They touch my olive skin with a painful curiosity, it's like a lighter shade of their's, it's like I was taken out of the oven too early. They introduce me and include my race like its the second half of my name, it feels like an explanation. They can't just let it be, they have to explain why I look the way I do.