Where are you from?

What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.

“Where are you from? No where are you REALLY from” the dreaded question I hate to answer. I’ve never had a single place to belong to, and I never know what response will come after.

Born in the Midwest of the United States to two African parents from abroad, I was raised in a Ghanaian household, educated within America’s systemic fraud. Simultaneously, not American enough

“You’re too black, too different, too this, too that.” I wonder why the rush to define me when I don’t belong in Ghana either, although it’s my home country.

I’m not enough of a Ghanaian, I don’t speak my native tongue, if I try and fail to connect, it’s enough to elicit a cold shoulder shun

As a child “I didn’t speak enough English”. I stayed to myself and let others speak. Unbeknownst to my educators, I spoke 3 languages, I just thought the inner life of my peers was weak

My imagination and deep curiosity revealed to me many rich cultures, beautiful people of diversity

But I’ve always been content alone. As someone on the spectrum it’s easier than trying to decipher arbitrary social constructs that I can’t condone, serving no purpose other than to further isolate me until I feel alone

Where am I from? I am a child of the world, not one place, not one time, not one race. I can see the beauty in every face, and wish to remain forever in the in between space.