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When I was younger, I used to stare into my mirror and see not the yellow of my skin nor the slant of my eyes. I used to see a cop a robber sometimes a Power Ranger or Pokemon trainer. When I grew older, I was still blind to me but they were not. They saw the yellow of my skin and the slant of my eyes the black of my hair And for the first time. So did I. I heard the ching chang chongs and wondered what it meant and if it meant anything at all. I learned years later that it meant nothing. It held no translational meaning to those whom it may have applied but to me to them it meant that I did not belong. I would not belong. When I was younger, but somehow older, I was taught that I was different. I was taught that I would never be the same and to keep my head from being crushed by the waves of their learned behaviors that I had to be the same as everyone around me but I was taught that I was different. And that it wasn't only skin deep. -trj
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Apr 18, 2013
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