I am mixed.

Not by the color of my skin but by the color of my dreams.

I am mixed because I have two cultures.

European and African.

Cameroonian, Congolose and French.

I don’t have curly hair nor caramel skin.

And yet I am mixed.

I’m thriving from both of these identities.

As confortable in the streets of Paris as I am in the streets of the Cameroonian capital.

Never have the feeling to belong.

Yet I do.

Afroparisian.

Frenchafrican.

Whatever the name is, what really matters

Is this dual identity that makes up my unity.