Some thoughts put to writing...

My mommy says she is an English South African,

And my daddy is an Indian Singaporean.

I say...

~I am an English boy living in Singapore!

I am a bit like my mommy, 'cos I look like her.

I'm a bit like my daddy, 'cos I like sports and hot curry like he does!

I am...

~a little bit like both of them!

I have a class at school where I learn Malay. I like it! 

I also went for some Chinese lessons. I like it too!

There's even Tamil....

But I don't know anything about that!

My Dadima speaks Punjabi.

I can understand her.

If we had a class like that every day at school...

Then I might learn how to speak back to her.

It's funny that people like me can go anywhere...

I'm not Chinese, or Malay, or Tamil.

We can choose where we want to go,

But whichever class we go to, we don't really belong.

When I was a baby,

A little kid asked Mommy what I was.

She was confused for a bit, then she told them smilingly~

...."He is a special-mix!"

I'm a human being.

Underneath we're all the same.

God made us that way.

We get to like each other without noticing all the rest.

So don't treat me a certain way,

Because of my colour or my language.

'Cos I'm not my colour...

And I'm not my language.

    ~I'm just me!