Days of Distraction

by Alexandra Chang

you don’t know what it’s like to be in that place every day, where all these old white men sit in their fancy offices and boss everyone around, and you’re so fucking underpaid and underappreciated and nobody gives a shit about you.

Truthfully, the impulse was selfish at first. I don’t want to carry anything in my uterus, and I don’t want my body to blow up and my bones to lose density, and I absolutely don’t want to deal with the pain of giving birth and the possibility of my vagina tearing into my asshole.

Excerpt one: Pit minority races against one another to benefit white supremacy. The creation of the model minority.

Excerpt two, eighteen years later: This model minority no longer benefits white supremacy. Therefore, no more allowed in this country.

There are typically two paths available to the child of an unhappy marriage: unknowingly repeat the same offenses as your parents or deliberately go far off in the other direction to prove you will not be them.