I am from tiny pumpkins, Pokemon, 

And Jiffy cornbread mix

I am from Nana’s baked chicken and rice, yams too,

just trying to get my fix

I am from a catholic-baptist hybrid household,

And becoming agnostic later on

I am from a hardworking mother, 

Who persists for us, graceful as a swan

I am from being either the darkest white, or the palest black

Not being either full pigment, feeling like there is something I lack

I can’t help feeling out of place, at either family gathering

I wonder if they notice it too, amongst their incessant chattering

I am from two redhead twins,

Always keeping the house active

From being the darkest of my friends, 

And wondering if I could be perceived as attractive

I am from my mother’s chicken soup, 

And my other’s love for ball

I’m from all the love from both households, helping me stand tall.