I woke up this morning and looked in the mirror and thought,

“I’m looking really Asian today,””

Whatever that means.

So what does that mean?

To wake up looking really Asian today,

as if all that was in your blood was Asian

Oceans, Pacifics, Mountains, and skies

A beauty stretched beyond islands and continents.

As if the centuries old photographs of fair skinned

Conquistadors did not exist in your DNA?

Sometimes I see my face in their faces

Because they are my blood, my fathers, my elders

And all Ancestors should be respected.

I am made up of conquerors who wanted to be conquered by new ideas

New perspectives,

New People.

Who conquered who within the ties of love

Where color holds no reverence.

My almond shaped eyes changes in the light

and I wonder

What kind of Asian am I?