White Chocolate

White Chocolate.

Never claimed, never the same, never good enough, never hers.

White chocolate is what I am

Deep roots entangle my blood

Olive colored porcelian skin sits on the forefront.

Half that yet half is never good enough.

My grandmother never claimed me.

So much time spent feeling unwanted,

So much time spent undecided.

Then one day the switch flipped.

One day I was the same.

One day I was good enough.

One day I was chosen too.

One day genetics let her know that I was always hers too.

White chocolate I was no more, now she wanted me to be one of her girls.

White chocolate is who I ended up learning to be.

Half good enough for some and,

always good enough for me.