Look at me.
I mean, get really close and look.
I don’t fit into your book?
But you see
I have no book
In spite of the way I look

I am neither white, nor brown, or Black
Too brown
Not brown enough
To whites, not white enough
White to  everyone else
But other to all
I am all and I am nothing

An Ay-Rab to one uncle
To another, too much of a Jew

My grievances?
Criticized, minimized
My thoughts?
Reduced as invalid
Derided as of the privileged
My affection?
Pushed away
My pain
What pain?

Look at me!
Really look at me.
See me?