I am Diluted

I am diluted, mixed and stripped from the richness of the worlds my ancestors knew. I am diluted, diverse in many ways, blessed and cursed by those once known to me as my own. I am diluted, an impure product of many faces, tongues and unknown backgrounds. I am diluted, I am of many, I live the best of both worlds yet I am the underdog of society. I am diluted, a reject you have created, yet my beauty is a carbon copy of you, you and yes, you. The beauty you have boasted about since the day the sun kissed your skin. The beauty people see when they follow you as you walk and the essence in your eyes that leads to the depths of your soul. The beauty reflected in the way you move, the voice you carry your thoughts upon and the healing touch of sincere love. All these I now have inherited, yet I am diluted from the pure breeds and called a cast away child. I am in you as you in me, I have chosen a tongue to speak in so that I can express the inner me, while you have chosen to ignore the sounds I dare utter. I was placed on a piece of land you have chosen for me, yet you would never set a step onto the same ground I walked upon. I adopted a style you feared to take part of, afraid they might see you? I ask. You could never express so much of yourself in all that you do… like I would. I do not fear my feelings and what drives me, why is it that you do? I have found a rhythm that tells stories that were, are and will still be when I am no longer. The rebirth of my existence cropped up unexpectedly to you and all you could do was to pretend that we are so different, although I agree I disagree as this is what makes us all the same. No matter how far you want to run away from East you will soon find West. Seek me in you and you shall find me, I have always known you before I met you as I have sought myself and I have found you. I am diluted, You might think… I am light under the sun and I am dark under the moonlight. I am ying, yet I am yang. I am not white I am not black yet I do not deny that I am of both and more, I am diluted with flavours of a mosaic of people. I have caramel skin, the rainbow in my eyes and the rivers in my hair. I have Africa written all over my body, my heart throbs a beat that angels dance to, my feet touch the God given ocean, I am free like the wind and run with the wild. Am I not as natural as all the elements I am made of? From dust I came to dust I will go. Please tell me… I want to know… Am I diluted?