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Mixed Girl

This is a spoken word piece about a mixed girl struggling to find her place in society.

By Selena ShannonPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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I'm a mixed girl given dreams.

Given dreams that one day I will be a queen.

Dreams that won't define me.

Dreams that I saw as a guarantee.

A guarantee that my race would not define me.

But, as I grow to actually see me,

I see that my dreams are a fallacy.

Is it a shame to believe in me?

Should I step back and be the tragic mulatto that I'm supposed to be.

Unable to pick a side or define my identity.

Or maybe I've picked a side just not one you thought it'd be.

Can't I be proud of being a human being.

Proud that my momma raised me to love me, every part of me.

For my beautiful white grandmother who single handedly raised her 3 little mixed boys in South LA

in a world that was a lot tougher than the one that is supposed to be placed right in front of me.

Why does my race still define me?

Why can't all parties just except me for me?

I didn't choose to be stuck in this body.

Or the stereotypes that define me.

But this growing mixed girl is still gonna continue to dream.

Cause my momma told me "little mixed girl you will be a queen"

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