Sounding fabulous, absolutely,
dropping not a single sound.
Speaking well, of many things, by no means bound.
"That's for sure, here a native we have."
"At home she is, in common much we have."
This impression I give on first sound.
Hearing my name a difference is found.
No longer are we one or I of this land.
Doubts, questions and worries form a band.
Yet,
I am but me, I am one person with one mind, breathing air as you.
This is not the end, no it is only the beginning.
Walking, my hair blowing
in the wind after me.
My legs, my form and shape eyes he.
A deep look, rarely a smile crosses his face.
His mind boggles to work out my creed.
Passing him I wonder, who or what is next.
I wonder if my colour or look is but a pretext.
The same boggled look is with another.
I have to speak this time, no bother.
Sounding fabulous, dropping not a single sound...
Under my olive skin and black hair, I am one as you remember!?
This is nothing but a mask, just as you wear one of pink skin and yellow hair.