“What do you want?” I asked, trying to ignore him.

“Probably something that you want.”

I rolled my eyes at the emphasis of the word you.

“And what would I want?” I asked.

“To go back to Africa. If you want to live in America as if it's Africa, then you might as well go back to Africa.”

“Go BACK?” I asked, emphasizing my incredulity at the sound of the word back.

“Isn’t that where you came from?”

“I mean… I could see it in my ancestry… my parents were of African decency… but I was born in America, and I am legally an American citizen.”