Maybe I am not the person you thought
I was – I don’t align with my accent;
I am not clear-cut, straight-line, one-flag-cheer, but
I am not so hybrid or complex
that I can’t deign to explain.
Listen – mixed pattern is in fashion
and I am a patchwork match.
I am tartan stars,
I am white, blue, and brave,
I am gringa, huasita
and no longer a slave
to the need to belong
or fit into your boxes;
I know patriot song
isn’t really what knocks us
out of touch.
I am a person of twist ancestry,
intertwining histories, plucked
from a fresh species of family tree,
and it’s ok to ask me –
I am mixed, not confused –
I was born a cross, and became something new.