I am the Robotto Mulatto
The day walker, the glimmer in the night
I am the ambiguous apparition
          shifting colors like a conch shell
I am the Halfrican Hulk
The onerous Oreo who will not let you know
          where these big lips come from

I am more than meets the eye
My skin separates along perfect tan seams
          lifts with a hydraulic hiss
          flips in on itself
          and transforms cultures
My skin is controlled like a remote
          with the styling of my hair
          I shift color circuits
          first mustached Mexican, now bearded Egyptian,
          maybe the mysterious collage of whatever
          your half-cousin is

My words are double edged knives,
I can say things that you can’t say
          because I have one foot in your door
          and another go-go gadget foot in someone else’s
And when all else fails I have a race card
          up each sleeve.

My life is a tug of war between
          being fully Clark Kent and Superman
I don’t understand the master/slave jumpers
          on my hard drive
Can’t fully hug or hate my white motherboard
My weakness is that Silicon Valley
          isn’t big enough for the idea of me,
          and that around here things move so fast
          that before the world is ready for me
          I’ll have already become obsolete