Is my nose too long?

A Poem by LisaButterfly

Is my nose too long?
Is my hair too thick?
What colour am I?
I notice my hand against yours
Sometimes I'm yellow
Sometimes I'm brown
Sometimes I'm white
Am I ethnic?
Am I exotic?
Am I multicultural?
Am I a wog?
What I am?
I know what I am not
I am not what you place me to be
I am a box full of blank labels -
I am a soul
No borders
No boundaries
It doesn't start and it doesn't end
Where my skin tone is the stroke of the beautiful painter's brush strokes
Where colours are only a figment of our imagination
My long nose is carved perfectly by the majestic sculptor
And my thick hair has been weaved by the boundless weaver
I wish someone could have told me that
When I placed white talcum powder on my face as a child
And was called the little black duck
I wish someone could have told me that being from an Italian heritage meant also being intelligent
And that being from an Italian heritage meant that I am part of a bigger human family and story
So I am who I am
And you are who you are
All signs of a perfect Creator