i am made with
two parts of the world in me.

my bloodstream is mixed.
two different kinds have been
etched into my veins.
a dusty classroom chalkboard
with my heritage drawn
in every spare inch.
there is no escaping what i am
what i have been born as.
my wrists ache
as if my two different bloodstreams
are pulling me to the east
and to the west.

no
i don't want to choose.
i will not choose
the thicker
more suited to my taste in iron.
i'll pull my wrists
to my chest
and force you,
my blood,
my two different
bloodstreams,
to flow
simultaneously.

that is why
you were
born in me.