praise the lord i got this essay in. it may be a hot mess but god damn. AND I HAD THE MOST EPIC POOP, Y’ALL DON’T KNOW MY STRUGGLE TODAY.
i would join the debate team, but “you’ve activated my trap card” is not an acceptable thing to say during a debate
what are snails even trying to do
I work in a predominantly white office building in downtown Kansas City as a program specialist for two inner city schools. As a WoC, I’m stared at or get odd looks whenever I walk into the swank front doors and to the elevators to get to my floor. During the second week of my job, I was walking through the lobby of the first floor, which is an epicenter for stores and restaurants, when I was stopped by a belligerent white woman strutting at me all the while giving a hard glare. Thinking I was some sort of maid or janitor, she told me to “go clean the benches, they’re filthy!” I just stared at her dumbfound, and when I didn’t immediately respond, she replied in a slower and louder voice, “benches, you clean, yes?” I was too anger-stricken to respond to my fullest capabilities and could only reply with a quiet “fuck you” in three languages before walking off.
Just because I am a young Asian woman, the fact that you automatically assume since I am in a white led office building I must be the maid. I can’t attest to anything higher than that. I am only required for menial labor.
PLEASE. I AM PERFECT, WHITE PEOPLE. *audacious hairflip*
white people can remember every race of dogs that exists out there when it comes to pets but if you’re Asian you’re automatically from China or Japan, if you’re Middle Eastern, you’re automatically Arab, if you’re black, you must hail from Africa…it’s way too hard to accept that we’re more than just our skin tones