我的作业

There must be many American have senses of alienation due to their facial appearances, but each one has his/her own specific reason. For example, I am a descendant of Korean immigrants, but I can not speak the mother language of my parents (i.e. Korean). Also, I’ve never called my eldership appropriate honorific like ‘old brother’ and ‘old sister’; I’ve never dated Korean girls, and even had no Korean friends; I’ve never thought to work hard like an immigrant, though my identity is.
I am an Asian American, a banana or cream cake (yellow outside but white inside) by jeering. Although I don’t think race can decide everything, I do believe that prejudges against each race have already been deeply rooted in our thoughts, by which we distinguish various faces we meet in the midst of many people. Although, in many aspects, I’ve lost Asian characteristics, I do have an Asian face.