You can’t choose your race,
but you can decide your tribe.
Where you heart resides.
Rebirthed, reclaimed self,
The identity you wear
is self-realized.
It’s always you that marks a clue,
To find your own way home.
Poem : Race and Identity
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This one really struck a chord in me. You’re so right: I can’t choose my race, but I can definitely choose my tribe. I have juggled cultural identities all my life (thanks to moving around so much) and I have always felt like my true tribe is an amalgamation of all the different cultures I have lived in, rather than just the ethnic identity from which I was brought into this world.
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Thanks for your supportive comment Sindhuja Manohar. I immigrated to the US when I was a child, but I still feel part of two cultures, but not quite belonging to either! I feel like my tribe is among fellow writers, artists and activists.
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