My eyes are too light;
My skin is too white;
My legs are too long;
My accents too strong.
And for all these reasons plus more I do not belong.

Their words echo in my head,
You cannot identify,
You're poorly bred,
You do not belong,
You are not accepted.

I am not English,
nor Irish,
nor Scottish,
nor Chinese,
nor Aboriginal.

I cannot identify as Australian because ninety percent of Australia is from European decent and I. Do not. Belong.

Who am I? Who are you?

These words, these truths, they rattle and roll in my head as I lay atop my bed.
This is my heritage, my family, my blood. Yet I do not belong, I do not fit, I cannot identify without another part of me contradicting it.

Please... Pull me apart at the seams and tell me what my inside most gleams like.