How do I explain myself to someone I’ve never met?

I could describe my physical appearance –

hair and eyes the color of mud, skin yellow-brown golden.

But I barely know what I look like, and my body is only a shell.

I could describe my race –

my ethnic composition, as if people were only formulas –

50% this, 25% that.

But they’re so much more, I know that,

and so I am more than half Asian, more than dark hair and eyes.

I am a creator; magical, bringing to life worlds previously unknown.

I am singing for joy and running for the sheer feeling of movement.

I am standing still and watching rain fall, the trees dancing in the wind.

I am spreading your arms as wide as you can and waiting to fly.