Mixed comes in all skin colors, hair textures, eye colors and walks and talks of life. You will never be able to create one model or mold of what we should all look like. Never believe that you're not light enough, you're not dark enough, your hair is not curly or straight enough,. "Our looks do not define us. They don't now, and they never will"

"Through our existence, people that once never associated will associate. Cultures, traditions, and religions, that never crossed will intertwine. Multiple languages will be heard in one household at the same time. It is our existence that can bridge the gaps of racism, hatred and ignorance. Our existence and determination to accept all that we are all of the time, never in shame but with our heads held high. A pride within us, that will not be tainted. To be one, to be many, to be parts of, to be whole. We are one hundred percent mixed and proud. We should never feel like we have to add to or reject any parts of the core of who we are.

Am I on the right path?

Will I look back and laugh?

At the fact that I thought this

Is how I'd find joy and bliss

Down one path is what I love to do

But the other seems like a short cut through

To the dream of what I want my future to be

But in return will I lose the joys that set me free

See I am split between

Being realistic or following my dream

Being practical or creative

To which will I look back at and say "I lived"

See the realistic

Will make life simplistic

Is structured and reliable

A support so I'll be able

To build what I've always pictured

Killing the present for the unknown future

Is that entirely absurd?

And on the other hand

Is a completely different plan

It is bringing my dream to life

Doing what I love, but it's quite

Shaky, will sway and maybe even tumble

Living in the present and gambling the future

Is it worth the risk to go for double?

Its just a giant game of tug of war

I don't know which I want more

So overwhelmed and unsure

Either way I'll look back and wonder

5/6/14

I wanna grasp each pixel

Not only the whole picture

I want to remember

Every little grin

When joy overflowed

And spilled from within

Life is short, it won't last

Every moment becomes the past

Each simple detail flees

minutes are experienced once

seconds take flight and get lost in the trees