The entire poem is a metaphor, it uses durians as a comparison to my race. Durians have a yellow shell, a thick white barrier around the seed, and the seed is also yellow. I used durians because people hate the fruit for its strange smell. Because of its smell, people refuse to eat it and easily assume that it would taste weird. I thought this analogy implied very well to my experiences as an Asian. Throughout my childhood, I grew up in an environment that emphasized Eurocentric beauty standards and western superiority. Thus, it was a challenge for me to be proud of my asian background. I am Korean Chinese, and I love my home country’s traditional food. The only issue is, however, every time I packed home lunch for school, my bag reeked of kimchi and the strong scent of Chinese seasonings. My white friends, with their peanut butter sandwiches, complained about a weird smell oozing in the classroom. The complaints came to a stop when I started to eat school lunch. Additionally, I faced multiple instances where I felt ugly due to my asian facial structure. In Korea, the beauty standard is to have a small nose, heart-shaped lips, round face, and double eye-lids. I noticed that my white friends would be naturally tailored with these features while I was born with the exact opposite of what was considered to be beautiful. I wanted to be white, it seemed like the world favored them over me, an Asian.