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They gave me the world without borders


Thread lightly. It’s a fine line.
Not all see the layers of colour.
What defines my looks?
Let’s go back a few centuries.

History writes of Eurasians or Seranis.
There’s Anglo Indians and Ceylon Burgher.
A colonial reminder of what?
Well, when society dictated us cast outs.

Why claim back what was once denied us.
Even then we were dissected.
Not accepted. Frowned upon.
So, a new label was created.

I rather keep what was labeled on us.
A social taboo of colonial times.
From the Portuguese, Dutch and British.
Enter, the Eurasians.

In today’s world, am I a pie chart?
A quarter and three quarters mixed.
Terms like bi-racial or multi-racial.
Mixed marriages or inter-marriages.

Our blood is red like yours too.
Everything else is different.
I come from mixed clay.
Moulded and crafted in layers.

A piece of pie sweetened.
Or a craving that won’t fill.
The forging of East and West.
A piece of sunrise followed sunset.

I’ll never be of one race.
My looks baffles you.
I’m not of one ingredient.
But I am one of a kind.

Is there a stain to scrub?
No! I come from trail blazers.
They saw beyond colour or culture.
They gave me the world without borders.

By C.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

2 thoughts on “They gave me the world without borders

  1. Really liked reading this. My grandchildren on my daughters side are a mixture of English/Irish/German/Italian. On my sons side are English/Irish/Indian. We are all moulded and crafted in layers. It’s the heart and the mind that triumphs in the end.

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