Fourth.

July 4, 2012

When I was a kid, I would occasionally get harassed because I was multi-racial.  When asked, “What are you anyways, Claridad?” I would stick my fat little chin up in the air, puff up my fat little chest, point to my heart with my little sausage finger and proudly declare that “I am American.” (I know that doesn’t really make any sense but it was basically my way of saying, “None of your business.  We were both born in the same city, asshole.)  Then I would run off in my little Vans that my feet would spill over the sides and go read a book or draw some pictures in the library.

‘Merica.

-Ben

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