Everything and nothing

Who am I?

No one really knows.

I am raceless, ambiguous.

Placeless, without a culture.

People think I'm everything.

My caramel skin and chestnut eyes belonging to everywhere.

Indian? Hebrew? Nigerian? Cuban? Brazilian? Fijian? First Nations? Polynesian? Persian?

And on and on and on.

Little do they know I'm an oreo

Black, white

Guyanese, Spanish, English

Thats it

People are quick to call me black.

I am not black.

I am half black.

If people can call me black than they should be able to call me white.

They never call me white.

My blackness taints me.

Black people don't want me

I am to light

White people dont want me

I am too dark

Where do I fit in in society

I never knew.

My mother is white.

People used to ask if I was adopted

I am not adopted, I am half white

So difficult for people to understand

I don't know who I am

Where I stand

I am not black

Or white

I am a mutt

A mix

A mulatto

There are none like me around me

I have no culture because I am something different.

Something new.

Something many have never seen before.

Can I touch your hair?

Is it natural

How is your skin so tan

Where are you from

Who am I?

No one really knows unplacable. pSomellllllblBlhite, orea