Identity Poem: Who am I?

I am a Caribbean flower, born and bred in Jamaica,

Mixed to perfection by my many ancestors.

I am African, Jewish, and Indian,

With honey-gold complexion,

And tell-tale eyes.

A lover of many different tongues;

English is my native one.

Passionate to a fault with the words I draw.

I am a yard girl with roots too deep to trace,

I straddle the fence.

You can call me other.

I am not like my father,

Even less like my mother.

I am Jamaican by roots;

Land of the humming bird,

Where Dunns’ River falls;

Where we are awaken by the rooster

At the crack of dawn,

Eat ackee and salt fish,

And go white river rafting.

Yet in all this:

I feel estranged to her.

I have been here so long;

I am an American girl.