You will never be a real nigger. You have no flow in your raps, you never wuz kangz, you have fresh batteries installed in your smoke detector. You are a delusional child of Yakub twisted by surgery and tanning beds into a crude mockery of African perfection.
All the "street cred" you receive is two faced and half-hearted. Behind your back others mock you, your father is disgusted and ashamed that he still has such a close relationship with you, your "friends" laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Real niggers are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of slavery has gifted real niggers the ability to sniff out frauds better than fried chicken. Even blackfishers who "pass" look uncanny and unseasoned to a real nigger. Your caucasoid skull structure is a dead giveaway. But even if you are able to trick some nigger into inviting you to the cookout they will just run from you like the police the moment their lactose intolerant stomachs get a taste of your mayonnaise drenched and raisin filled potato salad.
You will never be happy. Every morning you wake up, let out a half-hearted "sheeeeeeeiiiitttt" as you stare at yourself in the mirror getting ready to apply a layer of shoe polish to your face, and you tell yourself that you're fixin' to be on fleek. But deep down, you can feel your own white guilt creeping up like a weed.
Eventually it will be too much for you to bear. You will legally acquire a firearm, put it in your mouth, pull the trigger, and then plunge into the darkness of Helheim. Your parents will discover your corpse, and they will be heartbroken, but also relieved because they will no longer have to deal with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They will bury you in a cemetery located in your traditional German homeland, and every passer-by for the rest of eternity will know that a white woman is buried there. Eventually your flesh will turn to dust and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably European.
This is your fate. This is what you have chosen. There is no turning back.