So, like, are you white?
Irish. Argentinian. Israeli. Jamaican.
White. Hispanic. Black. Mixed.
I am all of these and none of these.
Call me Schrodinger’s human, both existing and not existing in each cultural group.
I was seven when I first realised that I wasn’t who I thought I was, when I found myself in a room full of adults who were debating whether I was Spanish, or Turkish, or Moroccan, perhaps?
I was fourteen when I first realised that people didn’t know how to treat me; whether I should be seen as peer or infiltrator.