What are you then

with no white name
with no black name

with no mixed blood
obvious enough to claim

with no history
of washing ashore

on a dinghy, or nearly
dying in a jungle war

with no complicated love
with no indigenous face

with no movie star relative
with no time spent working

for a sheikh in the middle east
with no lost years hiding

in basements without papers
with no siblings betrothed

to factory sewing
machines with no comfort

woman for a grandmother
with no deadbeat for

a father or call
girl for a mother

with no pedigree
of either poverty

or wealth with which
to thicken narrative

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