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I'm all of the above because you think I am depending on the clothes I'm wearing, the company I'm keeping, the language I'm speaking, the food I'm eating, the style of my hair, the shade of my skin, the country I'm inand I'm none of the above. I'm a medley, a mixture, A collage of colors, A blended body shifting shades, A cultural chameleon Of ambiguous ancestry, and hybrid heritage.
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