bi-racial butterflies

my ama stretched out her skin and shared her coat for me, i wear her everyday

my papa has been absent, but his blood strongly flows throughout me

linda was their present and festivities were greatly overjoyed

papa was erased from the picture and soon was MIA

who art thou? sometimes, it seems like those things don’t matter, until you really think about it and start going through a mental-traffic frenzy. i know where ama grew up and i know where she comes from. fonzie-no-show on the other hand, became mystery papa. “detective” linda became curious, decided to talk to nana matilde the only one who would really know. matilde, who is straight out of an indian tribe in la paz, was very unwillingly and undiscrete as always, “we’re from here, just right here, your grandfather-that bastard he doesnt matter, hes no one, never showed up, and abandoned us when your papa was just five”

tia esther, and tia jahny said tata márquez was a chicano, with mama of lebanese and saudi arabian decent, and papa of chicano-spanish roots

so who are you after that? it surely doesnt give you an identity, you are who you are, your identity is. are you latino, hispanic, middle eastern? arabic? huh? what? who? where? does it even matter? we’re all bi-racial off-springs creating an even more tangled web