*This is originally was a spoken word poem*

I want to give a swift bird to the face to the next person that tells me something on my skin tone.

who only wants to get close to me so they can enjoyed the lighter side of darker skin. AS if I am an accessory!

My appearance is often taken as an invite for white people to get comfortable.

Why do you get to feel so comfortable! when I have to negotiate the terms of my opinions in exchange for my safety every time I step out of the house?

My mother is caucasian, skin so pale she puts sun screen on inside.

My farther is the darker side, african american with skin kissed by a midnight sky

My heritage was never something of shame to me, but to others I became the mixed blooded mutt that was to confusing for them to understand 

" so like what side do you claim more?" 

Like I need to choose one? 

"Naw man like which side do you fit in more with?"

 No side, this is the gray area no one talks about. Where I am everything and nothing at the same damn time.  Where phases like " Oh my, you're so exotic and not of here!" 

We where born in the same fucking TOWN.  "oh but you look so different then everyone else." I am so sick of explaining my self, my image ,my almost dark skin ,my almost white skin, My lightly softer and curlier hair.  " Is your hair real?" 

"Yes AND YES IT'S RUDE IF YOU TOUCH IT WITH OUT MY PERSIMMON"  

Getting questioned like I popped out the whom with a rule book about my mix of race like i have educate you on what you are two confused to understand for your self? " Oh what are you mixed with?" people  stop..." I bet I can guess what youre mixed with" People STOP telling me what I am

"OH you have to have the best of both worlds"
 stop telling me how to feel.
Like there is a down side to be just either?

Stop making me feel that just because I am interracial that I break the fabric of society. LIKE I am the cause of the harm in this world.

NO! 

I am the product of magic and a moment of love.
  Don't make me feel like I don't belong here, Like I have no rights.

When people ask me my name I prepare for the judgment and " oh I can't say that" 

as if I don't deserve a decent amount of respect for you to learn my name.

"Oh don't you have a nick name?"
" It's to hard to say" 

NO! my name is and always will be Deanajima and I will not white wash my name to make it easier for you to talk to me. Learn my name or don't  associate with me 

AND YES i am offended because you take time to pronounce Zach Gilifianakis and Arnold Schwarzenegger and even Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

But my name is to hard?

OR am I not worth your time and respect?

YES i am still angry because I still get comments of  "why are you being so difficult it's just a name?!"

OH! it's JUST A NAME? 

OKAY " BLOCK- A, AARON,  Jqullen  ," SHALL I keep going?

Names are important because it  Identifies who you are. 

who you are can not be put in to a box of just race or just anything.

But people have just grown accustomed to bashing what they can not understand or attempt to pronounce.       Instead of embracing a different person.