HeartLines

Born with the eyes of a man 
My family shuns. Like a curse. 
Firstborn always looks like the father. 
It was my fate at birth.

What are you? the vague question proposed-
When someone wants to know your nationality.

My mind froze.
Hispanic? Filipino?
Nope, try again. I don't know if I should be offended.
Do they not realize that I am blended?

Cultures that clash.
German, Greek, and Indonesian
What's up with that?
Giebler tastes like a Rauchbier
A powerful tang from the night after Oktoberfest.
American at heart. I tongue close to anglo-saxon
I indulge in hamburgers.

My complexion resembles that of my grandmothers
Escaping Indonesia for a better life.
Birthing a son who hides his last name.
27 letters, what a pain.
I can keep my last name but I can change my eyes.
Hazel contacts can conceal the lies.
For a last name that can fit the face.