Hereditary
Hereditary
By May Hathaway
This poem is a reflection on what being multiracial means to me and how it impacts the space I occupy in the world.
When I am particularly sad about not looking like anyone I know, I convince myself that the ocean belongs to me. I am most comfortable in the in-between, intersections, crossroads. My inheritance is not a continent. I separate land, force my doppelgänger to live in the unknown.
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May Hathaway is a writer from New York City. Her work is published or forthcoming in Hobart After Dark, PANK…
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