An Open Apology from a Guilty Filipino-American
Dear “Actual” Filipinos, I’m sorry for not being able to dance. Seriously. I just can’t. I’m sorry for not being able to sing, either. I’m sorry for never learning Jeremy Passion’s Lemonade on the ukulele to completion. I’m sorry for having zero eyebrow hair. Seriously - that’s just me right? All you other Filipinos seemed to be blessed. Where the fuck is MY eyebrow hair? I’m sorry for always finishing a pack of dried mangoes in one sitting. I’m sorry for having the Filipino vocabulary of a literal newborn. As in I literally know as much Tagalog as a baby that has just been born. I’m sorry for not wanting to be a doctor or a nurse. I’m sorry for not having enough melanin. I’m sorry for having too much melanin. I’m sorry for wanting eyes any other color besides this drab, dark shade of brown. I’m sorry for always wishing my round nose was smaller, skinnier, just sharp enough to cut out the Filipino identity of whic...
