qsuka:

it’s hard not being white. growing up colored in America is something that i would never want my kids to experience. i dealt with more than low key racism and self loathing. i was embarrassed when my parents spoke arabic in public. i couldn’t wear shorts because i couldn’t stand seeing white legs compared to mine. i would never bring my moms cooking to school because people thought her mulukhiyah was barf. i pretended the reason i couldn’t eat pork was because i was allergic. i told everyone my parents were born in america. i never mentioned their names. the thought of my parents being immigrants made me sick. i hated myself until i was old enough to know why i’m beautiful. why i’m deserving. why my culture and ethnic background make me special. so when a poc says “all white people” we mean the kids who made fun of us. we mean the adults who looked at our parents in disgust. we mean the blatant racism by authorities in airports, restaurants, hotels, stores, etc. you may claim you’re not racist, that you’ve grown, that you’ve learned, but to us it’s just mere words. to us we’ll deal with racists forever.