The Pseudo Biracial

Broken Biracial Baby-The streets Dey Talk by Eve_Farr

Ri'Kina couldn't tell up from down. Her Mother kicked her out when she was 15. She was sent to live with her other family. Family that she did not know. From one abusive situation to the next. Ri'Kina was forced to navigate her life. A life that she did not want. She quickly learned that being light skinned wasn't cool. Where was her acceptance? She had always felt like a outsider regardless. Unwanted and barely tolerated by both sides. What was so bad about being mixed, she often wondered. Why was that a factor in her life? Ri'Kina was a shy, obedient teen. She did not understand why she was treated like trash. Her new lease on life was to fake it until she made it. She was continuously, broken, battered and berated. Love and support were non existent. Ri'Kina's naivety lured her into the streets. And baby how they did talk!

Now. Now's my chance. Everyone has already gone up to bed and it's only Evane and I left downstairs as the last movie ends. Despite the late hour I feel wide awake and I know Evane is still effected by my flirting and the bikini I wore earlier because she keeps glancing over to me, her eyes always lingering around my chest until she realises I've caught her looking. As the credits roll, Evane switches off the TV, stretching out her arms above her head. She looks over to me, seemingly surprised that I'm still so awake since I'm always the person who gets sleepy first. Before she can open her mouth to speak, I beat her to it. "Evane, can we go upstairs to our room? I have a surprise for you," I say, trying to hide the wide smile that wants to come over my lips. Her brow raises, wondering if I'm serious though I notice the realisation come across her face that this has something to do with what I've been hiding from her in my suitcase. "What is this surprise?" She teases, leaning forward until I can feel her warm breath washing over my face. "Something I think you'll love," I reply, trying my best to not get overly flustered as she starts flirting and teasing me. She hums, giving my lips a small kiss. "'Love', huh? Sounds exciting," she chuckles. "Let's go upstairs then, shall we?" *** Humans are unaware of mate bonds and are even less aware of other human-appearing species, but one vampire is determined to make her human mate understand the world she never knew existed - even if its not always through the most conventional methods. NOTICE! - Credit for the inspiration for the beginning of this story goes to plutowasgay. Their stories are amazing so please check them out when you get the chance and support them.

Skin Color Doesn't Matter by uncommonwriter

*WARNING, NOT EDITED* Ashley was in her Senior year of High school. She is 17. She has had a wonderful high school experience and is ready to finish strong for her last year. What she didn't know was that her friend's boyfriend's friend would become very close to her. She would soon go through some things she had never experienced. She and her bestfriend, Mercedes, have been friends since they were little. She didnt really have any friends because of her skin color. Ashley's mom was African American and her father left when she was little. Her mother found someone who would treat her better. Ashley has 2 little siblings. A little brother and a little sister. She wasn't the richest out there but she was happy with what she had. She had 2 jobs so she could get out of the small town of Roseville. When she meets this guys, she didn't know how hard it was going to be. She didn't know she was going to be judged because of her class. She also didn't know her skin color mattered.

The Power of Black - Poems on Humanity , Social Cause - volume 2 by nikhilparekh

The Book cardinally aims to end the negative perception and energies associated with the color black and the under-privileged sections of the society. Many a different times the utmost exhilaration spawns from a persons disability as his/her desire to achieve the impossible is several times heightened than the normal counterpart. The magical essence of Black has been epitomized to the hilt in every poetic stanza that follows-to lead to a trail of unassailable victory. This collection of poems is endlessly dedicated to the power of the color Black. Black which in common parlance is perceived to be negative and a disability to continue the chapters of life. But this very Black which has been described as the most powerful color for survival on earth. The most magical fragrance of every entities soul which continues to infatuate even beyond the dormitories of heaven and hell. I nikhil parekh am truly grateful to every bit of Blackness enshrouding me, which has made me a magician to express the innermost realms of my soul into poetic verse on blank paper. Black is beautiful. Black triumphs till beyond eternity. Black is the most inscrutably tantalizing fabric of existence. God bless Black. Parekh brings to the fore various evils lingering in the society and tries to cure them offering the balm of poetry. The poems contained within are starkly explicit and poignantly debate on various global social causes like female foeticide, blindness, smoking, molestation, adopting the girl child, hiv-aids discrimination.etc. In a battle of adroit analogies the poet emphatically portrays even the tiniest of social evil and urges mankind to rise above the same. Poetically he tries to unite hearts all across the Universe in the spirit of love, oneness and compassion to give birth to a renaissance against evil and unjustness. This victorious concoction of poems would appeal to all those who've so selflessly fought for a social cause and to uproot evil forever from the fabric of society.

BROWN SKIN | BOOK 1 by StoriesofaSTEMgirlie

Many people don't know me, but I don't know who me is either. I can't tell you if I'm the loud or rude stereotypical black girl because Mom would say I need to speak up. I'm using my library voice with strangers. I can't tell you I'm the introvert because I like good company. I was born into a world that judges me before they get to know me. And try to attack the concept of happiness. I need it most in this filthy world we live in. I need you. Because you listened and didn't say a word. Just you being there was enough to make me believe you understood the troubles in my sentences and words spoken in a foreign language. I want myself back but I can't remember who I was. || Ebonee desires life to the fullest content as a brown skin but is constantly faced with life's realities that can never turn into her sudden dreams. As she is constantly faced with comparisons of her beauty, cruel judgment, and love she didn't expect it to turn out so unplanned in her premeditated life. || || Then there's Beau, who lives such a different world outside of the way Ebonee sees it as he tries to determine who is his out to kill him. Living two different worlds in hope to find a middle ground, somewhere, between light and dark, in the novel of BROWN SKIN. ||

"I don't care about your shitty outlook on life. I love you, damn it." ••• She's never associated herself with the people in town. Just the thought of having a conversation with even her mother gives her a headache. She isolates herself for the worst reasons. So when a family moves in next door she can't help but confront the boy she catches staring up at her window, and the way he makes her feel fucks with her in ways she never thought possible. WARNING Undergoing Editing ••• (Will be undergoing editing at some point) (Editing in process until further notice)

B.O.A.T - Brownest of All Time by bigmadebrownie

Introverted Ilhaam is a hopeless romantic waiting for her own love story, but somehow has come to believe that no man will ever truly love her because of one feature that she is very insecure about - being BROWN-SKINNED. Will Ilhaam meet the man of her dreams? Will she overcome her unending insecurities? Above all, will she learn to love herself? ------- B.O.A.T is more than just a cliche romance. It is a story that revolves around a real social issue - COLORISM, which for years has tormented many people's lives, including mine. I've tried my best to portray the struggles of a brown-skinned girl as it is, which sometimes might look too exaggerated and negative for some readers. Of course, I could've written about a girl who finds comfort and loves her skin tone right from chapter one (because who doesn't like to read about a confident heroine, right?), but I didn't want to sugar-coat anything. This is a story about heartbreak, fighting through your insecurities, falling down, picking yourself up, and learning to love yourself without the need of validation from a man. Try reading it :) You'd love it ♥️ ----- WINNER - Sri Lankan Writers' Awards 2020 (15-09-2020)

"I am too busy staring into those eyes, the ones that have been haunting my nightmares for the last seven years. The same eyes that watched me from the corner of a darkened room as I slowly accepted that I had bled to death." She watched helplessly as an intruder murdered her entire family before focusing his attention on her. She should be dead too. Technically she was for a few minutes before paramedics were able to revive her. Now, seven years later, Omera struggles to keep her life from falling apart. All she wants to be a normal teen. But life has other plans for her as she encounters a boy who will pull her so far into his world...she might not make it out alive. **may contain violence, sexual situations, foul language and other "unpleasant" things...you have been forewarned. Will be updating as frequently as possible**

𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙚'𝙡𝙮𝙣𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 10. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮.

Safety In Numbers ( BWWM) On HOLD by _itstheRitaaa

I've been bullied since as long as I can remember. Dark skin is so this or so that. And it seemed to get worse when I gained weight. "Now not only is she dark, she's fat too!" I couldn't escape it even if I tired. I even attempted to commit suicide. Sitting in the bathtub with nothing but pills a razor and social media looking at all the people that hate you would do that. I tried to make it go away, Lord knows but he had a blessing coming for me. I just had to wait. But I knew even in my waiting it was going to be an uphill battle. Will I win the battle?

Broken Biracial Baby-The streets Dey Talk