Missing Yellow

Half of me is my Mother White, half of me is my Father Yellow.

Gone, has been my Father, most my life,

I shamed my Mother and filled her with strife.

Why couldn't you too be Asian, I’d bellow;

Could he really have been such a bad fellow?

From him I get my black hair, olive skin, and almond eyes

He is the absent half of why I exist, I can no longer guise.

With three decades and counting, I just want to say “Hello.”

I embrace our family name and wear it with pride,

Our language, our customs, anything - let me learn,

In hopes that one day I will hear you say:

Daughter, you had no reason to hide,

I will tell you what your half yellow heart yearns

For I have loved you, "bô yêu con," always each, and every day.