What are you?
demands the bag boy
as his hand makes
sweeping, circular motions
in front of his face.
I am fire and I am frail.
I am strength and sarcasm.
Demonstrative and demure.
I cry, I am human.
Who were your people?
inquires the gas station clerk
when I enter for a Mountain Dew
and a bag of Lays,
just filling up the tank
on the way home from work.
My people were healers and heretics.
Oppressors and oppressed.
Trailblazers and tyrannical.
I sigh, My people were many.
Ethnicity?
asks line 4, marked *Required
and I must check a box
or Decline to Answer.

