HOW DO I ANSWER THAT QUESTION?
By Sophia Rodriquez
“What she made up of?”
Some say sunshine, she’d say anxiety
“No but like, what's inside her?”
Like daddy issues and a lot of trauma
“What makes her?”
Well she's a scorpio, so caffeine and anger
“I don't think you’re understanding, what they put in this?”
½ armenian, ¼ mexican, ¼ lebanese
And if you're wondering if she speaks any of it, she doesn’t
But she smiles as she practices duolingo, hoping her ancestors aren't disappointed in her
And she cooks dolma and pilaf and enchiladas, and kebabs to prove her mouth still knows something of her culture
She wears her curls and her gold to remind herself of why she's here, and where she's going
You're, “what is she?”, isn't simply answered
Some days she knows her identity to be her own
Other days she knows none of it is truly hers
