Hyphenated Other

Latina-American
Identity as broken as the two-part phrase
used to describe me
I need to be African-American because the color of my skin
isn’t as white as the fifty stars on
my flag
They call me Native-American
An ironic coincidence
I dare you to keep distancing me from the definition of
my country
Give me one
Two
Three
Four
Five
Hyphens
Keep pushing me farther and farther away
And tonight I’ll dream of jumping each one like a Lilli pad
I will not wake until I am American American no hyphen needed
I exist
My voice
Exists
And I won’t stay silent
Because my flag waves for me too.

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