My father is black and my mother is white. When I was little, I sounded "white" and looked "black". Kids on the playground would ask me to choose a side-- black or white. I couldn't be both. I never picked one side. Instead, I remained silent and confused. 

To this day, I cannot fathom that some feel the need to define others by phenotype.
Mdear Mdear
18-21, F
2 Responses Dec 25, 2011

Your a ****** and so is your dad, hang yourselves. Also tell your ***** of a mother that the white race doesn't consider her one of us anymore.

Your grammar is atrocious.

Just be yourself, forget them.