I've recently discovered, that I have white blood in me
that I'm mixed in a DNA sort of way.

That I'm the Oreo - that you all thought that I was.
Not that it surprises me
or shocks me
or I don't take some perverse self-loathing, inferiority complex pride in it.

But then again,
I was never
who I appeared to be

I've never had a nationality
the whole world is my home

To think that you have to get permission
to go to a part of the planet
that is all yours

Is ridiculous

And you tell me my ideas are insane.
If I wrote you as a novel, no one would believe it.
They would say "it's too unrealistic"

Which is the irony
because that is the reality - that omnipresent illusion
that we find ourselves trapped in

A frog in a well does not know the great sea.

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