Tales of a Neverland Lost Girl

I am not white

  I am not white. Despite how my skin color lies to you and fans my Irish pigment into your eyes, I am not white; although I tried my hardest to be. With my pale complexion I can pass for Caucasian but my thick lips and wide hips gave away that I wasn't bleeding orange, white and green. O'Donnell, DeVito, and Cunningham were my classmates in elementary school. White walls, white paper and white instructors mentored me through my youth. Whenever I filled out applications I tried to circle Latina my teacher would only give me a dumbfounded look. "Aren't you white?" she would ask. I would only shrug and circle "other" for the sake of my sanity. For years I would come to school with the latest trend on my arm and a white accent to match to try and force myself into a culture where white was right. The only color I saw was that of my mother's side of the family. Majestic brown, shimmering gold and black beauties flooded my home every holiday with food from another world. Festive music pounded in my ears and as I looked upon our makeshift dance floor, forged in the living room, I could see the difference in our faces. My curves are not shaped and my beasts are not capitalized. My hair is not course and eyes are not chocolate. My Puerto Rican family would ostracize me and call me the "white girl" but when I went to school I was the "dark girl". I found myself pushing to be on both sides of the spectrum. You say I don't know of rejection because my skin is no darker than a caramel square. Well, I'd been cast out by the white and left behind by the brown, so where am I to find a race to sympathize with me? The black man raises a fist and says "you know nothing of oppression". The brown man rolls his eyes, sarcastically remarking "you're just exotic" and the white man slaps my face, saying "you'll never fit in". They say I'm not brown but they know I'm not white. Perhaps we should focus less on the hue of my skin and concentrate more on the content of my character. Like MLK once said, "I have a dream". Well I have a dream that one day we can leave color and race at the door and get down to business. I am not white. I am not brown. I am not black and I am not red. I am, however, a person. Deal with it. 

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idk for some reason it really bothers me when people say i'm white....idk

i wrote this for theater class

-m