Dear World,
I see you differently than most. I watch what goes on from the middle where I stand. I'm outside, looking into your social-political problems. I view them differently than most. The way you see me is not how I see myself. I can remove myself from the middle and move left, right, frontward or backward. I can do so sometimes unnoticed. Do you know who I am world?
I see the truth you sometimes cannot. Many of your people only view you as black or white. Why don't they see you as both? I know times are hard, world. Your people continuously fight over who's right and who's wrong. They make you cry when they see themselves different from one another and pick out who's weak or strong by the colors of their skins. They disappoint you when they exclude one another for the same reason. They try so hard to be just like one or the other, but never in between. I know you, world. I understand that we are all complex in our own ways. Do you know who I am yet?
I am the middle. I am neither the black nor the white. I am one of the many like me, who see you differently than most who are not. I'm also the left, the right, the front and the back. I am all of those things. I am an identity. I am complex. Some people don't understand my views, because they stick to the one side they are from. Some people say I can't be too many things. I have to only be one. People ask how I live with myself, knowing I won't be good enough for this side or that side because I am both sides. I am fluid and free. I move in between the lines other people are still trying to read. Don't be confused world, I'll be more specific.
I was born from a woman who's skin is as creamy as peanut butter, probably even lighter than that. Her skin's a fair brown like most of those like her. She is comfortable in her Mexican skin. I was born from a man who's skin is as sweet as Hershey's milk chocolate. Sometimes in the summer when I see him, he's become dark chocolate, a deeper brown but still as beautiful as brown can be. He's comfortable in his African American skin. I was born with skin too dark to be peanut butter but too light to be Hershey's chocolate. Maybe I'll never be black enough, or Mexican enough but I am comfortable in my own skin. Do you know who I am now, world?
Sincerely,
Me
