Mistaken Identity

I am a clear case

Of mistaken identity

Transforming into cultures

Of any kind

I’ve been Creole

Amerindian, Dutch,

Spanish and even Turkish

Mostly by romance

To me, just the girl

Is never enough

I want her roots, language

The whole Macarena

As far back as the Big Bang

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