Pamers+Poetry

Born as an Italian, now labeled as a white kid. They see me for my skin color, so here’s me trying to fight it.

If society wants to judge, then they can do it correctly. **I’m** Italian and Irish, there’s my dots so now connect me.

Judge me if you want, use stereotypes if you please. But they can’t define me completely, that’s just what //__everyone__// sees. I didn’t choose my race or ethnicity, it chose to select me. **I’m** seen for people of my past, but nobody can direct me. My culture and ethnicity formed me, if **I’m** wrong correct me. If **I’m** ever lost or go astray, my ethnic background will collect me. It has been in my life since I was first conceived. All my cultural practices, like in God I was taught to believe. From the food that I eat, to the music my ears receive. To the way that I dress and look, but looks can deceive.

**I’m** Italian so I eat spaghetti, **I’m** Irish so I eat potatoes. But I grew up in America, I watched Full House with John Stamos. Cultures will fade and ethnic backgrounds be lost. Move to America for opportunity, but at a high cost. I have little inklings and parts of my culture I remember. Celebrate thanksgiving in November, and the birth of Christ in December.

I was raised with what’s left of my parent’s culture and family name. Try to live and honor my culture but to myself I feel ashamed.

You lose what used to be, and you become something different completely. Ive become something different from my culture, **I’m** something new, so nice to meet me. Born as an Italian, now labeled as a white man. I used to try to fight it, now I accept who **//__I AM__//**.