POC stands for people of color. I am a person without color, or a PWOC. I am also odorless and tasteless. Like tofu, like an invisible gas, I have no history and no meaning. I am everywhere, stealing others' shapes and forms. I am the center of history, the core of meaning, democracy and the rule of law, civilization itself. I am colonialism, genocide, ecocide, barbarism. I am a concept that rules the Earth. I am PWOC. I do not exist, but I cannot be escaped.