“What are you?”
They ask.
A million different answers pop in my head while I try to find the correct one.
What is it that defines me?
The color of my skin? The gender of my naked body? Where I was born? Who I prefer to go to bed with?
If you ask me, I’m a paradox; black and white and everything in between.
When I first moved to the US people would constantly ask me what I was; a question that always confused me because I wasn’t sure what they were really asking. In Colombia we are all mixed in such a way that most of us don’t know about our heritage nor care in the way people in the US do.
What intrigues me the most about the question is why people ask this. Will the answer give you an insight to me as a person, let you know how I should be treated by society or at least tell you in what box you should put me in?
I think there are far more interesting questions we should be asking people. We should be finding answers that unite us and build bridges instead of segregating us in little boxes.
