Hey, I see you. Staring. Mean words forming on the tip of that tongue.
Chinky. Yellow face. Chinese fever.
I slink away. Do you notice my smile?
My name is Lulu. Too hard to remember?
It’s not me but that fat-fried brain of yours that can’t place a name or a face.
Oh! You see my sister. She’s Laxmi. You crack up every time she walks by.
Poop head. Brownie. Indian plague.
Be careful. She’s smarter than twenty of you put together.
We’re adopted. Sisters born from adversity, bonded in kindness, our present parents – strangers approved by a crumbling legal system.
We’re the joke of the school, the talk of the town. White is the predominant color. Supreme in every way but for no rhyme or reason.
Lulu and Laxmi, two Asian girls, christened as piss and shit. Bravo! At least you can identify the colors.
Yellow and brown. Mix them both, tan is the subsequent color.
Isn’t that what you die for? You lay in the sun for hours and tanning beds, the secret of that dark glow and probably upcoming cancer. You pay to die. Is that wise?
We keep our heads down and scurry about. You think this is a sign of weakness.
Hah! Looking away makes us forget your ugliness. Hell! We’re smart chicks who know an ass when they see one. Haven’t you read about the benefits of ‘minding your own damn business’?
The cafeteria at lunch is a realm of social desires. Food and company the best meal combo available. But we, Lulu and Laxmi, cower together at the end of a lopsided lunch table. Our faces buried in egg sandwiches and carrot slices.
Our mom advocates healthy eating.
You snigger and throw uneaten food at us.
Don’t you know about 10% of the world population lives in extreme poverty? Don’t waste your food on piss and shit.
Save it white supremacist. The way you’re headed, you’ll need to chew on it someday.
Disclaimer: No offence intended. This is just a fictional depiction of a color-blind mind.
He said, ‘Please Let Me Pee!‘ They shrugged and said, ‘No English.’ It turns out language wasn’t the problem.