Dear Margaret Cho,
You don't know me, but we're in love. We have to, but, you understand. I'm trying to prove myself reagardless of my race too. I know you're proud of everything you're doing, have done, and will do, just like I am, and will be. I like what you wrote about Yoko Ono, that she was the one that John Lennon couldn't have written all that music without. What you have to say about Richard Pryor, that was amazing. I know I'm not what you picture when you think of your ideal love: twenty-one years old, caucasian, middle-class, educated and dominant and proud. I thought you'd like to know though that if you were in love with all those strong people that strived to make a difference everyday then you should love me too. I feel oppressed by my skin too. I don't want smart people like you to see me like this anymore. I want to be a proud balck mama. a migrant mexican worder. and exchange asain student all awkward with my big brain and Coke glasses. I'd be easier for me to fight then. People could rally behind me and be proud, then. When we get married, can I take your last name? I like it lots.
-Garrett Williams
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Style snatching is awesome fun. I can't wait to do a bit myself, when I grab some time.
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