I Am Who I Say I Am
I Am Who I Say I Am
The Same Night Sky
Before I came to Canada, things like the colour of my skin hardly even crossed my realm of consciousness. However, moving to Canada put me on the receiving end of many racial attacks, like the train incident mentioned above. These experiences abruptly grabbed me out of my bubble as I quickly learned that my Filipino face marks me apart from others. I do not look like the conventional “Canadian.”
A Shot of Oxygen
Inhale, exhale.
I sigh as I pick out clothes to wear and get dressed this morning. My chest fills with dread as I approach the door and reach my hand out to the doorknob…