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Being Eurasian


I look in the mirror and wonder,
How do others see me?
Neither Asian nor European.
Where do I belong?

Different shades,
mixed in an artist palette.
All the colours of the rainbow,
vibrant, beautiful, unique.

A culture of flavours,
Air Batu Campur or the Rojak,
The cocktail or Latte Mocha,
A mixture of this and that,
Tasty, yet unique.

I cannot be subtracted or divided.
Neither can I be minus or multiplied.
I am of mixed parentage,
A Eurasian as vibrant as the rainbow.

By Caroline E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

5 thoughts on “Being Eurasian

  1. I enjoyed the poem. I have many races and places in my blood also. I tell my children. Be proud of who you are and never allow anyone to look down at you. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.


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