"What are you?"
“You know what I mean – your eyes look Chinese, or something. No offense.”
“A Newfoundlander allergic to FISH?!”
I am.
Inuk. Irish. Freckled.
Not young. Not old.
Dark hair, now white,
Sensitive, passionate.
Big heart and proud voice.
Don’t be surprised.
Up North, down South, East or West,
I know where I stand.
I know my path and happily scrunch up my toes,
enjoying the feel of ground below.
Don’t imagine that I am lost,
That I took a wrong turn somewhere along the way.
Some try to steer me in a different direction.
The ‘right’ one,
That can’t change my starting point
but will influence my destination.
One way or the other,
Aren’t I enough?
No.
I am more.
Unique.
Expanding.
Contracting.
Resonating.
Me.