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Hannah ML
2 min readNov 23, 2019

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This is a spoken word piece I performed tonight. It’s about ethnic identity crises and survivor’s guilt.

I’m multi-ethnic, biracial, mixed

There’s a million word that can describe this

Oddity that is me,

I don’t feel Chinese.

I’m half Asian-American and some can see

My almond eyes and love for congee

But others only see the white

And that’s alright

But I feel unseen.

I am white-passing, which in theory, is fine.

I’ll put up with my white friends who are “colorblind”

And I don’t hear the slurs, which I don’t mind

And I feel guilty.

My white-passing survivor’s guilt

I didn’t realize, slowly built

Into a crisis of identity

Because as a person of color, I feel unseen.

Is discrimination part of POC identity?

When white missionaries claim to be more Asian than me

And old white folks tell me I’m not oriental enough

I wonder, does discrimination mean validation?

If I was seen as different, at least I would be seen.

It’s not fair that my family and friends

Walk through life having to defend

Themselves from hate and stereotypes

But I’m horrified

Because I want to be seen

My ethnicity is not identified

And so I do not have to fight

Ignorant, hurtful, racist whites

And god, I feel so guilty.

And I don’t know why

But I sometimes feel I

Am missing something that comes so naturally

To all the people of color whose color is seen

Clearly on their skin, why in the world am I

Feeling unseen because I don’t hear the screams

Because I don’t experience brutality

Because I’m not told “go back to your country”

Because I am privileged and I am okay

Whereas every day

My friends fight this battle

That I may never have to.

I guess I’ll take this privilege and pray

That God uses me everyday.

I don’t need to look Asian

To know the God who created me,

Fearfully and wonderfully,

Knows me fully.

And then, I see my New York family,

My Chinese best friend’s skin an entirely different color from me

But her last name’s still Eng, and mine is still Lee

And I know she sees me.

I know my black, Asian, Latinx, white friends

See me as Chinese, maybe more than I can

My ethnic identity is part of who I am

And I don’t need the validation of a white man

To believe it.

Me and my best friend, reunited after 11 years apart.

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Hannah ML
Hannah ML

Written by Hannah ML

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