Know me?

A genetic mutt of several races
Embracing many cultures
Yet you make me chose
I am easily defined by my Latin Grandmothers and Grandfathers
But my White grandparents,
Their blood flows through me too
I don’t fit in with him, her, them or you
‘Little spanish girl, with all that light hair on your head,
your hair's not even curly" the little girls said
“You do well in school and talk right”
“Girl, you think you white”
“Slant eyed girl, sit with your own kind”
The white girls would chime
“You can’t be one of us
With you strange features, short and big butt"
Lonely and hurt by the things they said
I escaped in literature
As Hemmingway, Emerson, Hughes and Cleaver I read
In Music I found an equal escape
Hathaway, Parker, Ellington, Coltrane, Wonder, Redding, Bach and Mozart
You never saw me without a book or a cassette tape
I prayed every night to wake up and fit in
Because growing up I never had a best friend
I matured mentally and physically well beyond my years
One more reason I would not fit in with my peers
So if in looking at my exterior my essence you're trying to find
You will never know my truth as
I am eclectic and not easily defined