It's always there lingering
Those words inside my head
It would bother me before I go to bed
They say it in there native tongues
How I never "looked enough"
But growing up in America proved it wrong
Making my childhood rough
Never enough for my own but just enough for them
I never escaped there stereotypes
I didn't have many friends
It doesn't matter these days
I've took upon myself to learn the ways
Proud, strong, a new type of breed
Something traditional mixed with southern culture
Someone born to lead


  • Cave_Dweller

    Pain made into strength is a powerful thing.

  • FredPeyer

    Aloha Thesunseeker,
    Your well written poem struck a note with me. I am white, my wife is Chinese and my three (now adult) kids are "hapa" (Hawaiian for 'half'). Growing up in Hawaii, where so many are mixed, it was not a problem at all, but they too had their share of stereotyping, especially on the mainland. Love the ending of your poem. Lead away!!!

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