Land to Water

The days are the same

I still have my name.

Yet I am changed,

Everything around me has been rearranged.

The air around me is colder

I am waiting to feel a little bolder.

In stark white I am a speck of brown,

I’m so thankful I didn't drown.

Now I’m an amphibian

I exist with the colonized and the colonizers.

Not ever a chameleon,

I don't change colour to match my surrounders.

I don’t want to fit the mold

But I grew up limbo.

In the space between land and water

Never truly belonging to either.

Whitewashed jeans will still be denim.

It cannot, and does not want to, ever be satin.