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Banana Skin

I’ve missed out on half my
identity. By the time
I grew up; the past turned, angels left land to fly high
Too late to meet the branches
of the tree that made me
I pray, God only knows the fate of my paternity

I suppose at some time
I’m gonna have to learn
That I’m more than just a girl you call up to burn.
When I’ve grown up in a
shell to protect me from yelling;
who am I once I shed that, is there anything left?

Chorus//
And we’re going down and we’re going down
Memory lane to find clues
You don’t know me, you don’t know me
I’m more than a white girl in a banana skin
And we’re going down and we’re going down
Memory lane to find clues
Why don’t you show me, why don’t you show me
Unzip me and show me
where I fit in

Soon they’ll all forget me
Is it worth regretting?
To turn the other cheek and disregard the wedding.
Too much to face the hard facts
Everyone who’s died had plans

How come we love the ones in which we’ve never crossed paths?

(Chorus)
(Instrumental)

Bridge//
Grown up ashamed of skin
In neither world I’ll win
Can’t speak his tongue
Or understand my blood
I swear I look like mom
They don’t think I’m her young
They never say it out loud
But I can see it when they stare..

(verse melody; mellow)
“Why are they together?”
“I wonder where’s her mother”
“Why does she speak like us?”
“He’s dark, must be her brother”
Too scared to face the hard facts
I’m not quite sure how to act
On my other half, don’t even know my own dad.
kilanti
Written by kilanti
Published
Author's Note
Song I have yet to record. The name is based off of both my Filipino nickname Banana, and the part in King of the Hill where they describe Kahn as a banana: yellow on the outside, white on the...
Song I have yet to record. The name is based off of both my Filipino nickname Banana, and the part in King of the Hill where they describe Kahn as a banana: yellow on the outside, white on the inside. This is about trying to connect with my Asian side when I no longer have a relationship with my dad, and everyone on that side is aging/dying (including him.) The typical struggles many mixed-race people/Asian-Americans are faced with in both “worlds”. The lyrics may seem strange upon reading and hearing but to those who can relate I believe they speak a lot. They do for me.
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