Creole is the name that bred me.
My skin, a golden tint left out in the sun just enough to shimmer.
Hair full and curly.
My Body, blessed with the curves of an african goddess
Slim as my Native mother.
So little it takes to describe me, yet so much.
What are you? Where are you from?
Do these questions really matter?
I am one of 7 daughters from my mother and father.
This answer never ceases to displease the ponderer.
So I leave you with this, I am a mix of many things
But to settle your mine you may call me Creole.
But I call myself Human.
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