Now half and half of mixed girls
I know what the battle be
Everytime you go out it's "whats your nationality?"
Everybody always wanna dig up in ya background
You don't look... now how does that sound?
I couldn't tell you were... oh is that right?
Do you take it as a compliment or start up a fight?
Venezualan and Indian, Rican and Dominican
Japanese or Portuguese, Quarter of Brazilian
White and Korean, Black and Pinay
We'll find out later
It don't matter, ya fly
It don't really matter to most of us guys
We just need an excuse to get close or say "hi"
I know they call you stuck up,
Ya think you're too pretty
Spread rumors about you all throughout the city
So much attention, so many hatas
But don't be bitter, you'll be better for it later
If I could sum up my issues with race in a song, it would be Murs- DSWG. He cleverly states exactly what all mixed people go through at some point in their life-- the 21 questions of what nationality you are. Should you be flattered or bothered? As I've learned over the years, it doesn't matter. As long as you can keep sane, keep doing what you're doing. Everyone's gonna make their assumptions and accusations. I don't mind it as much as I used to because I've come to appreciate my acceptance of others even more. Unlike most people, I don't need to label you before I befriend you.
But I welcome you to label me.. I'll offer some for you non-creative types:
woman, girlfriend, best friend, daughter, sister, scholar, worker, reader, writer, sleeper, crEEPer [jk]
Not: hawaiian, italian, mexican, japanese, NOT THAT IT MATTERS
BECAUSE WE ALL BELONG TO ONE RACE: HUMAN.
and if you must know.. . . .
-http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hapa.
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