dear white people:
i don't understand how you can think
asking me "what are you" isn't fucking insulting!
especially when it's the second thing you've ever
said to me after finding out my name
what are you.
and when i say
"excuse me"
please understand
that i heard you and
am giving you a chance
to give it up
know this. i
don't mean follow up with
"no, i mean, like
where are you from?"
because i'm going
to answer california
and when you follow up
with "no like, what
nationality are you"
and I say American
I would think that after
three strikes
you would get the point
but for some reason.
for some reason,
you keep going.
"where are your parents from?"
"no, like, what is your race?"
"ethnicity."
"cultural background."
"like, where are your ancestors from?"
presumably the same place as yours, motherfucker!
really tho.
and i can't get too mad because if I honestly asked you
what you were really asking
you wouldn't know and
it's just curiosity
why the animosity
"oh, i don't mean to be, like, offensive."
you know what? most people don't.
most people don't try to be racist either
but you fuckers
keep on
asking me
these questions
what gave you the idea that
you have the right to know this about me?
i'm sorry, white people but
i don't have the desire
nor the obligation
to divulge that personal information
so please go away
and label and categorize
some other ambiguously ethnic
person of color
because i've had enough for
right now
and it might not feel like that's what
you're doing
but that's exactly what you're doing?
you have been trained since birth to know who is
and who is not a white person
and of course the rules have changed
over the years but you get me.
and then here i come.
blowin up your binary.
that's what you're doing.
getting to the core of the issue:
are you white or not?
and guess what.
that feels exactly as you might expect it to
had you come out and said
"excuse me, are you white?
because I want to know whether
I should feel in-group solidarity with you
or tap into my arguably rational fear of difference."
and that's not all y'all say.
which one of your parents is black?
your dad? yeah i thought so.
how did you do that to your hair?
it's natural? come on.
no i mean, like, did you perm it?
do you curl your hair every morning?
can i touch it?
oh my god it's so springy.
if you're half and half
then why did you say "half-black"
instead of "half-white?"
do you like your black side
better?
your dad's black? is he like, a gangsta?
does he wear like, ice?
do you ever wish you were full white?
do you ever wish you were full black?
so - is the bottom half
the black half?
you look middle eastern.
you look mexican.
i don't even think of you as black.
you know what. i don't think blacks and whites
should ever have kids.
it's too confusing for 'em.
that last one stung.
motherfucker told me to my face
that i'd be better off having
not been born.
you know what's the worst thing though?
That conversation happened once
and motherfucker was kind of an
extremist.
The worst thing about
being mixed is that
i deal with this every fucking day.
and it makes me feel like motherfucker was right.