Deliciously AZN

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All my life I straight tripped on who I was
Was I Filipino, was I American?
For twenty-eight years, I could not assume either role,
I was never pigeonholed, but I never belonged.

My accent is Nor Cal born & bred
My height is so misled
I eat rice with my hands
I nosh hamburgers for breakfast
I sing God Bless America with the firefighters
I sing Dahil sa iyo like the Divas
I drive like a maniac on the freeway
But that’s a given, whether I’m brown or pink

Doing our research made us children of the world:
Filipino, Chinese, Spanish, German, French Canadian.
Loose lips sink ships, merchant ships brought lips together
Sharing silly stories, firing up new memories,
A whole new branch to smile at & embrace.

You can feed me cloying words,
Tell me I should feel wronged.
But you would be wrong.
I belong to both, and to neither,
It’s a miracle to feel as lonely as I’ve ever been,
But as safe as I’ll ever be,
Caught between so many worlds,
I’ll always be your girl.

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