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Checkboxes

When I was little I was given a series of boxes to check.

Mark one and only one that applies.

White, Black, Asian, Mexican, and Other: please explain

There was only problem.

I was not just one box.

So I always check Other and wrote human.

At my young age I did not see pigment as a person

The two sides who fought a war,

Who owned eachother

Sat at my dinner table

And laughed.

My parent's marriage wasn't even legal

When they were babes in their mother's arms,

And I didn't have a check box.

Other: human,

Other: child,

Other: pretty,

Other: combo meal 5.99,

Other: beyond definitions.

Or maybe being both meant I could choose

Scholarship applications: black,

******* love diversity

Background check: white.

Check one and only one

And if you cannot find a way to fit into

The mold already created for you.

Too bad.

Because you have one box.

One box: Female

One box: 18

One box: Mixed

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Mar 1, 2014
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