Colonial past

In early teenage years I, a white British girl, went to live in Hong Kong.  This poem is about part of my experience there.
I used the prompt from here: Poetry Prompts - first love.  I can barely remember him now, and as you will see I am not sure about all the details.  Again, it needs some work:

colony confession

 

Sitting on the wall outside our flats

you came to me in your white shirt and white

trousers/shorts with/without a friend. 

I am half Portuguese you once confessed. 

I didn’t know why it was a confession

except you looked Chinese.  That

wasn’t a problem in itself except

in my mind you were a lower ....