November 23, 2010

I am not my skin...

I am sick to death of people trying to classify, justify and judge me based on the complexion of my skin. All you need to know is that I a mixed in race, but I am still woman, I am still from California, and I am still an American. What does it matter what ethnicity I associate with the most. I'm mixed which means I grab from all of my cultures. If I don't act ghetto i am not black enough, and i am considered bougie. If I don't seem Island enough, I'm not really mixed I just got "good hair". If I don't speak Portuguese or French, my family couldn't possibly be from New Orleans. You asked me what I was mixed with to get my color, my hair and my features, so why are you trying to define who I am by the heritage and cultures of my family. I didn't grow up in those areas or cultures so why would I represent them like I did. You call me fake for saying what i am mixed with, but call me a sale out for not staying true to them. Instead of worrying about how I carry myself worry about what you show the world and who you are.

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