yr a peach

“Describing Endora is like dancing to no music. It’s a town where nothing much ever happens and nothing much ever will.”

White people write stories that their parents read and show to their friends. Our parents were illiterate and tore pages out of our journals, saying, ‘You need to quit this hobby.’

White people write stories about the Rwandan genocide, the Vietnam War, the colonial frontier. Our histories didn’t matter so we wrote fantastic tales about vampires and owning houses with picket fences.

White people run magazines and stress the importance of diversity at launch parties in parking lots full of their boring white friends. Our stories were important because they represented changing demographics and were laden with emotion.

White people write in the second person. White people write B-grade celebrities as characters. White people write about their English relatives. White people write tributes to David Foster Wallace. White people write vapid, self-absorbed, irrelevant, inconsequential, polite bullshit.

White people write stories that stand for themselves.

White people have a death grip on culture.

Our stories run deeper, venture further, force the white gaze to their feet.