When will my people be free?

Dear mini asian lady who waxes my legs, please don’t judge me by the thickness of my growth, the tears that I cry when you violate me, or the way I stare enviously at your creamy smooth hairless arms.  I only aspire to the greatness that your DNA awards you – A greatness that is cruelly unattainable for brown women everywhere.  Granted, today, I took one step towards this goal (or more accurately, one step away from being mistaken for a man) but the cruel and unavoidable passage of time will only work to strip me of this progress until I regress into a state of persevering hirsutism.  Sigh.. let freedom reign.