being Asian is so lonely sometimes and I don’t know how else to describe it. Looking around at my white peers and watching them engage in my culture, only to realize they only like the parts that are exotic enough to be tantalizing, and suddenly realizing none of them have ever pronounced my name correctly. All at once I am taken back to elementary school. My food is smelly, and my eyes are chinky, and my accent is funny, and I am all alone at recess because some boy started saying my family eats dogs.








