I have lived in Tokyo,Japan for 33 years,I consider this place my homeland,I went to school here,I partake in Japanese holidays,I respect the japanese culture and land … I am japanese.
I was born in Chiyodaku,Tokyo,Japan and I speak fluent Japanese.”And your point is?” Most of you may be asking yourselves.Well,my point is,although I get on as regular japanese do in everyday life here,it doesn’t stop the stares of unfamiliarity of other japanese when gazed upon me.The wordless expressions on their faces pose the question, “Where is he from?” Truth be told,onlookers,I am from Tokyo,Japan.
To make sense of the reason behind their stares and questions,I shall shed light on the subject.I was born to a Korean mother and Polynesian/Japanese father,therefore I am a mixed blood Japanese person and it shows lol.My mother was tall,thin,very white skin,and looked like a typical South Korean.My father is the assortment bag of candy(as I like to refer to him).He didn’t look anything like a Japanese at all.Very dark skin,pretty tall,he had long wavy hair,and he had asian eyes.The eyes and his Japanese fluency were the only Japanese things about him.
I was the last born of their 4 children and out of the other 3,I was the one to inherit my father’s traits,minus the wavy hair.I got my mother’s hair,but that was ruined due to an ill-taken trip to the salon lol.
Anyways,You have a tall,dark skinned guy speaking Japanese,and living in Japan.. he must be a visitor,no?NO!!I am the product of a creative blend or that’s at least what I have told myself for as long as I was made aware that I wasn’t “pure” like the others in society.
Because of my dark brown skin,I have been shamed,outcast,and I have been targeted by bullies in my youth.I grew to hate myself and I resented Japanese people because of the way I was made to feel ugly and unwanted.I was a hateful youth because of those experiences,but I grew to understand that my difference from what is consider the “norm” granted me a crossover appeal to many different people worldwide.My hatred,anger,and resentment melted away and I learned to forgive those that bear no knowledge of the unknown to them.I just try to educate people that we may look different,but it doesn’t make me any less Japanese than them.
Someone I once dated said to me, “You should love yourself more.Because of the way you are,your heart is unlocked and can understand the importance of differences in this world that the majority of people can’t grasp.”I have always carried those words with me everyday and I am forever grateful for them.Differences really do paint the world in a beautiful colour.
No matter how you look,if your spirit is the same,therefore you are.I may look slightly different,but I am 100% japanese!
Be proud of your differences and shine for the world to see!