I wonder why people feel like they have the right to ask me about my personal life. I don't know how many times a day I am asked, "Who are you? Where are you from? What are you mixed with?" My replies to those people are, "Why do you care where I'm...
"I feel like I am paying the price and it's kind of like a sin, being biracial. I love the skin I am in, but at times it is too much to deal with. For some, I am not black enough, and for others, I am not white enough. Where do I fit in? Where?"
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
