Who am I?

Two worlds 
Can feel like two minds 
Two cultures
Two lives

1 heart but 2 homes
Set deep in your bones

And it can be really nice,
The mixture of bread and rice

But sometimes I don't belong to either
Too tan or too light
Eyes a mixture
Almost right

Perhaps like a cold fever
Where I belongs to neither
Just a sight

Falling through cracks
Breaking my back
The language I lack
A never ending stack
Of questions 
And concerns 
And a turmoil of topsy turvy 
Whirling confusion
The delusion 
Of who I am.

confusioncooldeepfree verse

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