Sometimes I forget I’m not white

Darshi Balasuriya
Long Beach, CA

I spend my days mostly in Orange County California. I live in this white world and often see myself in the reflection of those whom I love and enjoy the company of. I rarely think about color of skin or race. But occasionally I encounter treatment from others that doesn’t align with my world view. This is when the jarrign happens and forces me to see myself from the outsider’s point of view. Yes, my skin is brown, I look typically south asian. I am not white. they are not like me on the outside. We are suddenly separated from the color of our skin rather than that which I see when I look into my husband’s beautiful eyes.


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