I have always walked through life in a blur of identities,
caught at the crossroads of two different worlds
both their own beautiful song,
but mine lost in translation.
My skin is painted with strokes of ambiguity; a canvas
on which the artist got a little carried away.
My colors of heritage prominent,
but not fully accepted.
Roots tangle within me, a maze elaborate and knotted.
The Polish and Hispanic blood battle for 1st place.
Stuck in a tug-of-war with ancestry,
neither side prevails.
In the silence of the stalemate, I pause, a revelation dawning.
I am not meant to just choose.
I can celebrate the mosaic of my identity,
because both are who I am.
A grand symphony of cultures, all harmonize together.
I am the sum of all my parts, not just one.
And, in the embrace of both,
I find peace.
