When I was born
I was white
with kinky hair
my eyes
the shape of almonds
Asian almost
When I grew
so did the bones of my cheeks
like tiny mountain peeks
of the red Sedonians
brown like the Arizonian
proud like the Indian
Now as I am
I wonder what to be
of the people of my father
east of the Mississippi
or the people of my mother
south of Mexico City
What is it I am?
granddaughter of la Mestiza
niña de la Chicana
paying homage to
Our Lady Guadalupe
the great mother of Malinche
What it is I am
is a woman
born of a Mexican
bearing the face
of an African
living life
as an American
knowing I am no more
than human
*previously published in The Pacific Review