A stranger who doesn’t fit anywhere on Earth
Something about her skin
Too dark to be white
Not dark enough to be her heritage.
A girl whose skin is too light
Her hair not black enough
A girl wearing American clothes
Living the American way.
Little mixed girl
Who doesn’t even speak the language
Of her grandfather
Fake little mixed girl
Who talks about being Indian
To actually feel connected
To her culture
Yet, she knows it’s a lie
She doesn’t celebrate Diwali.
She doesn’t know traditions
Little mixed girl
Who isn’t ethnic enough
To get offended over slurs
Fake little mixed girl
Who knows her ancestors
Look down upon her
Whitewashed self
And feel nothing but shame.
Fake little mixed girl
Pretending to be something she’s not.
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 3:17 PM UTC
A stranger who doesn’t fit anywhere on Earth
Something about her skin
Too dark to be white
Not dark enough to be her heritage.
A girl whose skin is too light
Her hair not black enough
A girl wearing American clothes
Living the American way.
Little mixed girl
Who doesn’t even speak the language
Of her grandfather
Fake little mixed girl
Who talks about being Indian
To actually feel connected
To her culture
Yet, she knows it’s a lie
She doesn’t celebrate Diwali.
She doesn’t know traditions
Little mixed girl
Who isn’t ethnic enough
To get offended over slurs
Fake little mixed girl
Who knows her ancestors
Look down upon her
Whitewashed self
And feel nothing but shame.
Fake little mixed girl
Pretending to be something she’s not.
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