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.
May Hathaway is a writer from New York City. Her work is published or forthcoming in Hobart After Dark, PANK and Vagabond City Lit and has been recognized by the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards and the National YoungArts Foundation. An alumna of the Adroit Journal Summer Mentorship Program and the Iowa Young Writers' Studio, she will attend the University of Pennsylvania in the fall.