On my mind Where do I belong? That’s a question many of us struggle with. For me, having immigrant parents meant 1) constantly being reminded of my differences and getting frustrated by the limitations they placed on me out of fear and survival mentality and 2) understanding the real consequences of assimilating into whiteness and how that erasure would take a toll on me.
Still I rise
Still I rise
Still I rise
On my mind Where do I belong? That’s a question many of us struggle with. For me, having immigrant parents meant 1) constantly being reminded of my differences and getting frustrated by the limitations they placed on me out of fear and survival mentality and 2) understanding the real consequences of assimilating into whiteness and how that erasure would take a toll on me.