my version:

There must be a lot of Americans who can’t identify with what they look like, but for different reasons of their own.  For example, I am a Korean descendent, but I can’t speak my parents’ native language (i.e. Korean). I never used “xx”  and  “xx” (“older brother”  and “old sister” in Korean) or other respect terms to address my seniors. I have never had a Korean girlfriend, not even a Korean friend. Although I am an immigrant, I have never strived hard to make it like one.
I am an Asian-American, or in a somehow mocking term, a banana or a cream cake (translator’s note: I don’t know what it is here) (yellow outside, white within). I don’t think a person’s race determines everything about him. But I believe deep in our mind is instilled the stereotype of each race, with which we distinguish each face we see in the crowd. Although in many aspects, I don’t have the characteristics of an Asian, I do have an Asian face.