on identity

this word sometimes is used to confine territories, to restrain or to unify, in my case it is just a term used in a vague form to confuse my own. i was born in houston, a fairly boring mall-based city which i have no desire to return to. i grew up in chicago in a greengrassed suburb which i describe as pink in the sense of security, and i have studied in puebla where i now live in that same pinkness of my parents home. I loved here, a boy who was year and a half older than me, a guey from my highschool which i find strange calling a guy since he was so much more than that. and ive loved in torino, an irish man summerged in an extraordinary italian-ness, then worked in argentina and have now adopted a love for a jewish mexican who has bombarded me with this new identity which i now love and hold dear, my grandfather was from zurich, a small town filled with snowfilled rooftops and old smiling elders who eye yo mischievously if you are louder than usual, my parents are chilangos and the rest queridos queridos mexicanos so am i poblana?the frightful label disturbs, yet i have these modernist notions of art and fantasy and to what culture do they resemble?quien sabe