We came to foreign without a choice,
Grateful,
Yet, we would learn,
We have no real voice,
Mixed with so many colors and hues,
Grand heritages,
But we are still treated like refuse,
The only attention we get is harrassment,
They try to control us with embarrassment,
Our exotic features are always a lure,
Making onlookers gnaw at us,
Abhorring being ignored,
Although foreign ,
We’re not desperate,
Preening or parading
Hoping to be one’s pet,
Idle banter and conversation
Is not our forte’,
After all, we were taught
That ladies maneuver quietly,
They’ll never understand us or know,
Although rich in heritage and legacy,
We are not shallow,
We chant the Mixed Girls’ Blues,
Because others have imposed upon us,
Although we try to fit in,
They try to keep us at bay with
Their snide, dirty ways,
Our Caribbean backgrounds make us different
And it is apparent, that we command respect,
In everything we do,
We were raised to be independent,
And to treat people fine,
If we are kind,
Just accept and appreciate,
Don’t player-hate,
Or assume,
We want nothing from you,
Except to live our lives freely
Without scorn and ridicule,
Because in our homelands
We are treated like fine jewels,
Don’t profile us and put us in any racist category,
We are much better than that,
We are Mixed Girls upholding a proud Aristocracy.
Eventhough you may not see the forest through the
trees,
Our pedigree is woven in our genes,
So stop trying to compare, research
Or understand,
Just know that we are mixed girls
Singing the blues,
Because your society constantly
Gives us static with their presuming labels,
We say no more!
Racial harrassment
Should remain a fable.
