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.
Whatever the name is, what really matters
Is this dual identity that makes up my unity.