Racial ambiguity is a beautiful thing. Not just on the surface, but in the sense of love and peace.
Being Hapa never really occured to me. I knew I was different, especially during family gatherings. I always felt out of place, even in a family as loving as my own.
Answering “What are you?” (a question I’m sure you’re all familiar with) became a trigger response. It was only recently that I realized how proud and special I felt being a Hapa. In the past, I used to dread looking different from my friends, now, I think it’s pretty awesome to be unique.
“Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are” – Kurt Cobain (he’s not Hapa, but it’ll do)
Hapa Voice 