Mutt

Enter this world a clean slate they say,

for some it’s not at all spotless

Pigment two shades away from the acceptable,

hair slightly too thick and curly for the norm

So close to being considered the average,

but couldn’t be further from the usual

Why are your soles like your moms,

but your skin is just like your dads?

Tears flowed on my mother’s bosom the first time I heard it,

my Father’s fists clinched when I told him

Somewhere extremely close to the rest,

yet so far away from being typical

Where was I meant for?

What was I meant for?

Whom was I meant for?

Why can’t I just be one?

Why couldn’t I just choose?

Lost somewhere painfully in-between

Caught in a dark labyrinth of misunderstandings,

drifting in a treacherous sea of stereotypes

Art was my chapel,

the playing fields were my proving grounds

The lunch tables were my enemies,

home was my Eden

Cast as the outcast,

written to be the screwup

I was destined for mediocrity,

I was society's twisted experiment

The ultimate act of liberalism,

but it was okay because they said so

My father’s dark leathery skinned hand,

my mother’s soft pale digits,

somewhere in their palms,

I was molded

Was it from true love,

Or was it from a careless fetish?

The stray mutt covered in dirt and tattered fur,

limping from receptacle to receptacle

Desperately seeking refuge from the rejection,

each day seemingly longer than the last

Am I him?

Is he me?

I am not him,

I am not a Mary Shelly creation

I was forged by boundless thinking,

and the courageous act of two

I am not a new result,

I am not just carbon and tissue

The mutt has no true breed,

He walks freely with no restraint