Before the asshole from Burkina Faso and before the flood I remember wanting to get my DNA test and I wanted to get the ancestry DNA test to find out why I was actually Uighur and Tibetan anything else by any chance. I remember it was $180 the same amount of money as my first tattoo but anyway I'll get to the first tattoo later anyway I ended up buying the card off of ancestry.ca. And I found out some interesting stuff about three or four months later and I was also Uighur Tibetan Bhutani and Indian as in East India, Siberian the various stands and Pakistan and Afghanistan and Iran as well as Arab and Chechen as well as white. I remember this was still when my mother was a decent person she was at the time I steal a Ni in person she's a niece in person now but I had a coer shit out of her but anyway she said OK we got a multicolour daughter she said I remember hearing that completely well and I was glowing. And soon pretty soon I end up buying stuff that had a lot of colour and it will be closing or otherwise if it had a lot of colour I would buy it and use it for us to make myself to say I hey I'm multiracial I meant multicultural multi coloured if you would. I've never been so proud in my proud of my idiot one an idiot too for the first time in my life I've never been so proud of my birth parents so this is where I was physically strong and physically flexible as well as I was a stubborn ass human being as well. And I was very happy every day they would come up with a different ethnic group and I would say well that explains it. And it was getting to the point where am I DNA results started lighting up like a Christmas tree particularly around Asia not so much around here but I was given Balkans and Ukraine and Romania but never very much in the Europe department I was more or less in Asia. And this is it going to be a funny story that happened a few days ago in my group home that wasn't too funny at first. Because I was more or less Asian my DNA and my hair was thicker than all hell I ended up trying to do a pixie cut or redo a pixie cut because I was trying to shave my not shave my head but do a pixie cut with the house cutters and I broke the cutters by accident because my hair was so goddamn thick. I remember calling my adoptive mother the one that I had a get an apology out of her being drunk and everything and saying listen my birth mother is dead meat why because I broke the clippers. Boy was I angry when I wrote the clippers at the group home because they weren't mine to break and besides I don't like breaking things especially with my own fucking hair. I told the workers and they said life happens when I said this is still embarrassing for me that my hair broke the clippers I never saw the clippers again and it was just a few days ago and I haven't seen the clippers again nor do I wanna ever see them again I want to see a new pair of them because I'm pissed still. My hair is like Mongolian horse hair emphasis on Mongolian why because I am Mongoloid Asian.
From Kabul to Iran to xi'an china to Lasha tibet to Mumbai India to Kabul Afghanistan and Turkestan Kazakhstan I was full-blown mongoloid except for my hair facial features instead of my facial features being fully Asian they were a mixture of Asian Arab and white some people would consider me a guy they some people have actually miss gendered me because of my ancestry and I have told him that they are nothing more than motherfucking racist another time I said motherfucker but this time I was warranted because I hate racism and I have been called chink another horrible stupid stuff that I don't like very much and I've been called a guy and I was also told that I was a guy one really I know better when I go to the bathroom and female. So I said that's it I've had enough of these miss rendering racists and that they are going to bite the wind more or less and I said that they were going to have an end one day because of their behaviour because there's a lot of mixed race people out there whether they be black and white or whatever or white and indigenous or Y in Spanish or whatever there's so many different kind of people. I just have to have the most ass in the groups in my DNA and it shows in my face and sometimes people either see me as beautiful or they see me as but ugly either way I don't really give a shit I call the people call me but ugly racist pricks. And I flew from the bird right away and I have decided not to bother with them. I decide I am a Jamila or a good looking person of beautiful. And I continue to see myself as the queen and beautiful and regal an elegant because that's what I was in the Han dynasty was a Uighur princess. And if anyone told me otherwise and I was not supposed to be good looking because of my race usually got a fist in their face anyway because and I don't usually go with discrimination with violence but in this case I am too proud of my own heritage and I despise being bullied. I remember one time as well when I was in grade 80 this is their favourite in Catholic school after 911 or horrible names derogatory Muslim names and then there is also spazz out and retard. The Muslim name is because of the way I look just physically and because the 9/11 attacks just happen spazzing out because of my PTSD and retard because I had a different way of viewing things in the world. Either way I didn't like it and one time one kid hit all three faces search the derogatory word for a Muslim and the Spazzout and the retard words as well and I was going through PMS and I saw him in the face that was the end of my Spazzout career if you word. Because the principal saw me as a bully and as a threat and decide he was going to threaten me with everything from juvenile prison Juvie to adult prison to Guantánamo to Abu Ghraib to even renditions and Bagram he was hateful man. And I remember I was coming home one day and my mom listed out the presents that she was more or less hearing about from the principal and she said you're going in a martial arts whether you like it or not do you know not know that the martial arts is going to take over most of my high school career and that I was going to end up being more or less Japanese mafia and I was not pulling shit legs or pulling chains I was not Jankin change or anything the sensei that was teaching me martial arts was unusually nice and then when I was which is very weird at a yellow belt ended up going to a tournament and then after that I was wild everyone in the tournament even the black belts and then the next thing you know I was told I was supposed to be yakuza. And that's one intense and 11th grade I ended up seeing some Sadie looking Japanese guys going around my person or going around my school or neighbourhood I was not very happy and had to quit martial arts because of not that reason just that reason but because I also ended up having another flareup with PTSD and that's the next chapter.
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Non-FictionFrom the time I was born there is a reason why I was put on the earth and there is always the reason why there's something going on in my life whether it be traumatic or good. From my time in Romania as a baby to the time I was actually in Catholi...
