You see these eyes and compare to my name, Anglo-Saxon is not my style, I feel a different kind of pain, Not a minority or a slave of racial wars, Darkend scarred skin from chemical burns and broken hearts, I am "olive" and yellow to some, Classified as asian and accepted by none, Stereotypes and categories don't apply, You perception of my looks are what you think is mine, I am NOT, Not yours, not any, No culture classification, I was not created by your one and only nation, I am worldly, No claims to a land and never belonging, I like it like that, I prefer to relate to all those under velour skies and clouds drifting toward the sun, Stop placing me in a class because in this world we are one, Slanty eyes and olive skin, red streaks in my hair from my irish granmother, Small chest from gentics of the orient, hula hips and features from my own mother, Did you call me what? Sorry, I am another, Racist comments won't work on me, This is one world... let us be one... I'm just being me