My mum said dinner was ready and I went into the kitchen and it wasn’t even ready I’m sick of all these lies, its tearing our family apart
Two separate conversations I have had tonight about my race…these happened about a half hour apart from each other.
Douchebag 1: What are you?
Me: …um. What do you mean?
Douchebag 1: *scoffs and rolls his eyes* I mean, what ARE you? You aren’t white. Are you Mexican? You’re so…exotic looking.
Me: Um. I’m black and German, mostly.