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It's hard.

Always feeling like you don't belong somewhere.

Too white to be with the black people and too black to be with the white people. And not Hispanic enough at all to be considered.

Always feeling like you must change yourself to fit into that group.

Yes, I'm mixed. Yes, I've had jokes made about it.

What do you do?

Why is being part of a group so hard?

Yes, I married a white man. Yes, most of my friends are white. But when my blackness is questioned....

It's hard to defend a castle if it keeps floating.

You can't protect something that has no roots.

I thought moving would help.

I thought that being in a new state with new people would help.

But I still find myself battling these demons.

I want to start fresh.

I want people to see me as me.

I'm mixed.

I can agree with black lives matter and still want to learn to shoot a gun.

I can like Beyoncé and Taylor Swift.

I'm allowed to be angry when black people are killed in the streets and still have white friends.

It's hard.

Always feeling like you don't belong somewhere.

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