Born at 2:01 a.m. on a rainy Saturday: gray.
Due to a depressed mother, she didn’t cry at birth: blue.
Her grandfather didn’t want to be in the same room as her father: white, black.
Rude stares in the grocery store of my hometown: white.
Rude stares as I sit down to dinner with my mother and grandmother: white.
“If you are white and black, what does that make you?”: gray?
My white boyfriend being heckled by a group of guys, “she’s too much for you man!”: black.
“You really don’t seem black…”: white.
Everyday cycling, seeming: white, black, white, black, white, black?
My grandfather reconciles with my father: love.
About the Creator
Jenna Leann Kyle
I am a mixed race young woman who focuses on issues of race, feminism and nature. I love to write poetry and fiction and am working on a historical fiction novel now. I welcome your feedback and look forward to this experience!



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