I Am Called Half-Asian

I am called half-Asian

because my mother is Vietnamese. 

No need to ask about my father;

you assume he’s white. 

I wonder 

which half of me is which. 

Top and bottom 

or left and right

or mind and body. 

My body is made up

of atoms

that used to be other things. 

So maybe I am half-cat

half-kangaroo

half-orchid

half-rooster. 

I like to think

I am half-star. 

That my body shines so bright

I could light up 

an entire sky.