‘How is your Chinese?’

So small I felt in that moment

Like one question could possibly

Unravel my entire identity

Unravel my insides that are supposed to keep me steady

A hot white spotlight shone down on me

Only to reveal that I was

A fraud

A fake

A phony

F is for failure, that I know for sure

As Mulan once sang

Who's that girl I see, staring straight back at me?

I whisper that to my reflection

And wait anxiously for silence

But she calmly replies

I am a Wong.

I AM

a WONG.