Hafican American

My cousin is a hafican american. He’s just a half-assed human who looks confused.

I hate hafican americans. They’re like the worst of both worlds.

My teacher called me a hafican american. I told her I’d rather be a full-assed disaster.

My brother is a hafican american. He got stuck between two bad choices and now he’s stuck in the middle.

I feel like a hafican american. I’m not black enough to be cool, but not white enough to be normal.

My friend said I was a hafican american. I said I was better than that.

My mom says I’m a hafican american. I think she just doesn’t know what I am.

My brother’s a hafican american. He’s not fully anything and never will be.

My teacher gave me a bad grade because I’m a hafican american. I think that’s unfair.