today in class i was asked a question that i have never been asked before.
the conversation went as follows.
b = me.
g = girl.
g: are you native?
b: uhh..what?
g: are you native?
b: you mean...? oh, no. i'm ecuadorian.
g: oh, well just asked becuase i noticed you wear lots of turquoise and your shoes...
b: (looks down at her feet, lo and behold, she is wearing her beaded indian pattern sandals).
first of all.
please join me in a giant laugh.
now, let us ponder this question.
can a half brown girl not wear a turquoise ring and indian sandals without being asked if she's a native american these days?
i mean honestly...
we look nothing alike.
and the only thing poca and i have in common
{besides our turquoise jewelry, sandals, brown skin, moccasins
and painting with every color of the wind}
and painting with every color of the wind}
is our unnatural tendency to go with the blonde white man.
