-- There are so many words to describe me, none of them is B.A.M.E. I've got a foreign name, exotic. Try to read it before you modify it.
How long have I lived in the UK because my English is so good, where did I learn it? My accent is American, it's confusing. or my accent is too Filipino, quite embarrassing. How can we come from so far and be so fluent-- so bizzarre.
My rice cooker is an enigma, more so the amount of rice I eat, huh? My spoon and fork don't make any sense to you But your table knife achieves nothing for me, too.
Why do we dye our perfect black hair? why do we want our skin to be fair-- why don't we just embrace our God-given tan? Your president seems like a smart man Fighting your country's drug war like no one else can Lastly, "are you a Manny Pacquiao fan?"
It's quite difficult to be a P.O.C. in a world that doesn't understand our P.O.V. Why we've immigrated and not always assimilated Why we've flown thousand of miles away from home Only to stick with our own but sometimes there is just some comfort in not having to explain the way we are or who we are and why we are the persons we are without having to feel subpar.