We shape-shift in soft focus. Our lives jump cut, dissolve, and flashback.

Often misread. Dubbed over by assumptions. Subtitled in poetic slang. 

Where genre is fluid. Sci-fi becomes Drama. Comedy becomes Tragedy. 

Our roots may be foreign but our stories are universal.

We embrace our mother’s accent and inherit our father’s brush.

We paint over our worn out shoes and learn to embody multiple skins.

Natural born translators. Empathetic world builders. Time traveling architects.

We dance and create beauty within the liminal space.

It’s not always about finding home but finding ourselves.

No translation is perfect but failure is failing to try.

Third culture kids. In infertile ground, we bore fruit.

We endure, persevere and continue to dream big.