"I'm full-blooded," he did declare.
Echoes began reverberating around me,
"I'm Irish", "I'm Italian", "I'm Polish", "I'm Swedish".
With hesitancy, I blurted, "I'm mongrel".
In unbelievable silence,
I was the focus of everyones stare.
My mother referred to it as "Dutch Mixture".
Genealogy soon made me aware,
Pennsylvania Dutch if one must compare
and Choctaw if my grandmothers' words are fair.