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.