when you looked at me

did you not see the Irish green in my eyes?
Or was it overcast by the bronzed shade of my skin?

the marks of the Old World

minced with the curls from another …

two worlds dancing into each other

a performance of race and nations

defying the boundaries of societal standards

blurring lines of two identities

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