Why are You Obsessed with My Race? Journal
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What would the world be if they didn't see color? It would be a kind, loving and perfect world.
I believe that people of mixed races should be more accepted for who they are and not be judged because they are mixed.
Who are you, and where are you from? I am a dandelion blowing in the wind, going with the flow of life. I am from reading books that don't always have happy endings. I am from taking forever to do my natural hair to make it look decent for society. I am from my parent's endless support and love. I am an overthinker who lets my thoughts run my mind. I am from trying my best and never seeing any progress. I am from a family that loves to spend time together. I am from learning the mistakes I've made. Having the knowledge of this changed the aspect of my identity at a young age.
My identity does not mean my exterior appearance, yet aims towards my interior self. As a human being, the traits that you have should test how you appear in life, not your race, ethnicity, religion, sexuality, how you look, or even your gender.
I think it is sad that people's mindsets are the reason why there is so much hate in the world. When will it end? I do not know.
It is as if people have an illness. Their mind has a disease that has spread uncontrollably. The deadly disease is called racism, and the cure is a combination of love and respect for others.
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