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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.

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