Are You Mixed?
The monologue that enters my head whenever I get asked a frequent question
I am mixed with a thousand red roses that burst into flame when a rosy-cheeked heartthrob calls out my name
I am mixed with all seven seas that beat against the sky blue beaches in your wildest dreams
I am mixed with each star that has ever shone a ray of golden light on any sun baked face that fights the good fight
I am mixed with the pitch-black emptiness of space, every shadow, every crevice that stares death in the face
I am mixed with every rainbow that defends a pot of gold, because my heart is open to anyone who will love me when I'm old
Oh...
You meant am I biracial?
About the Creator
Erin Borst
I enjoy alliteration and repetition
Rhyming, ranting, and ambition
I sing songs I make up on the spot
I tell tales of trinkets I like a lot
I love to look to the moon while my head's in a cloud
I'm a chemist, a writer, a lover, and proud
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