by Yolanda Arroyo Pizarro
When I was eight years old
I was already astute
a smart worm
a perceptive cactus
who knew at that point
that during school recess (more…)
Posted in Identity, Poetry, Race, tagged identity, latina, poetry, race on September 19, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
by Yolanda Arroyo Pizarro
When I was eight years old
I was already astute
a smart worm
a perceptive cactus
who knew at that point
that during school recess (more…)
Posted in Identity, Mixed, Poetry, Race, Reflection, tagged identity, mixed, multiracial, poem on June 13, 2011 |
Just Cause I’m Mixed, that don’t mean that I’m mixed up
Inherently confused or I need to be fixed up
Just Cause I’m Mixed, that don’t mean I’m a mule
So don’t call me ‘mulatto,’ thinkin it’s cool
Just Cause I’m Mixed, that don’t mean I’m adopted
Yes, she’s white, and yes, she’s my biological mama
But whether or not I was adopted, you ain’t got the right
To stare or make comments cause my mother is white (more…)