From: "MEL MEL" firstname.lastname@example.org To: email@example.com Subject: Me Two Date: 24 2002 April 24 11:56 Me Two Me Two,three four five six Sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never Streetwise anarchist or nice asian girl Clashing of cultures my minds in a whirl The me that is me shines like a pearl. I'm a light brown coconut turned inside out Scraped dry by expectations I act like a lout Cursing and spitting arms flailing I'm mad I shout from the rooftops I'm me so I am And if you don't like it then fuck off and die. But instead I sit demurely have another cup of tea Does my hair look ok,shall I wear this sari? Are you covered in chocolate Does it come off in the bath Don't get upset we're only having a laugh Cold curry for breakfast,love on a plate Kirribath and lunu miris,machung means mate Man I'm not lying when I say I am my roots I'm a tree with many branches,a strong standing oak Bo-tree with many branches been mistaken for a bloke Man.woman,black white beige We're all the fucking same I scream out in rage It's all the same old game I don't even know my name, Mel,Melissa,Melly,Smelly akki I might be Italian or even a paki A carib,an arab a gypsy rose lee Times I don't know who I really want to be. I'm a half and half baby,a mixed up kid Looking for answers I did what I did I did what I did what I had to do Beautiful skin colour wish I looked like you People say like I'm locked in a zoo Needing identity I'm all things and none Multi personality a schizophrenic on the run Running from myself I've been running so long I've screwed up my health Oh the stories I could tell of the things I have seen On my travels round myself to find out who I am In this world of dualities I feel like a sham Not black enough not white enough Not fucking mixed race enough Most of my life I've been a spectator At other peoples parties Halfcaste Traitor Me two three four five six Sticks and stones may break my bones But names will never I might be Italian or even a paki A carib,an arab,a gypsy rose lee I think I know who I want to be A masala of surprises a free floating dream Cos things are never quite what they seem Rainbow of possiblities, moon and the sun Skipping between worlds a goddess having fun I'm a zebra a panda a piebald pony If you speak to me softly my name means honey I'm a many petalled dog rose I'm a lotus on the water A child of the universe and a dutiful daughter. Me two walking between worlds. Me One.