Half-Blood Prince

I spend my time wondering which part of you is ethnic.  Is it the blood coursing through your veins, pulsating in your heart?  Is it your brown hair with copper wire and flecks of silver?  Is it the sticks that compose your frame or the tubular muscle wrapped around them?  Is it your soul ghosting through your brain?  What part of you separates you from me?  Is it that you haven't been orphaned by your culture and adopted by grease, arrogance, and apple pie? I'll die this way.