As I sit down in my bedroom, I think to myself, "I cannot just choose one thing to be, when I am all of these things." And then I start to think, "Where do I come from?" And in my journey, this is how I was able to find my home in the many rooms in this huge house called Earth.

I am a crystal body with many small cracks.

Descending from all over the world.

I cannot simply choose 1 crack to be me without choosing the others.

I know very little of where I come from but my body tells me a little about my ancestors.

My parents do as well.

I may not have the melanin, but when I see my mother's caramelized skinned her curves I feel the drums from my Afro people calling my name.

I see my father's facial features and I feel the chords from the Spanish guitar flowing in my bloodstream.

The spine-tingling eyes from the small grains of Arabic in my past,

I see myself in the mirror, and I don't even know what to call myself.

My hair gets a little frizzy when left wet, but my facial features don't match it well.

I don't have the curves but I am not thin either.

I love my punk rock but I also love the romance of a beautiful bachata being played, to the tribal drums of my Taínos.

I cannot feel at home with one group of people.

because it is like being in 1 room in this house of different cultures.

I guess I have found a home.

It just doesn't have borders.

It is just land and sea.

And I call it Earth.

I just don't know what piece of land I come from.

But the little I do know,

Form the spine keeping this crystal body of mine

feeling like I belong somewhere.