Where are you from? Everywhere and nowhere. My Mexican, basque, Japanese father and Scottish, Canadian mother made me tall, beautiful, and brown. Put me in any ethnic outfit and I fit in, put me on any city street and I blend in. In my tiny California town I was raised with no religion but the earth, and had no particular community who told me who to be.
Where are you from? Where am I from? I am from the earth and my mother. Why are you that color? Because the sun has warmed my skin and my soul. But you don’t LOOK Asian, you don’t SOUND Mexican, you don’t ACT white.
I am everyone and I am no one. I am both infinitely free, and infinitely lonely.