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. Loose lips sink ships, merchant ships brought lips together Sharing silly stories, firing up new memories, A whole new branch to 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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