Im a biracial child. Mom white. Dad black. I hate when people call me just one because i am not white. I am not black. I am both, Perfectly combined together to make myself. I hate when people look at me and say im white but Then hear me talk and call me black. I am both. I am not one or the other. It doesnt fluctuate. It is constant. I am constantly myself. And I am biracial. I hate the racism when it comes to being biracial or mixed. Many women have walked up to me in the mall while i was really young and touched my hair. Strangers thought they could touch a little girls hair without permission because shes mixed. That was terrifying to me. A woman told my mom she was going to hell for making me with a black man. That was in walmart. So many people would look at my mom and then me and my brother and scowl. Black or white. They thought i was a mistake. Someone said to my mom that I was a disgrace and that she was lucky i looked more white than black. I was 6.... Many black women claimed my mom shouldnt put my hair in "white hairstyles" and cornrow it instead so people will know I'm black too. I hated walking into school with my dad and having teachers look worried for my safety. I hated being fair skinned and going swimming and coming back with a tan and having my friends say "now you look more mixed". (Excuse me?) I hated when the black side of my family would shun me but accept my much more darker brother.

I hate how people look at me and assume ive never dealt with discrimination or racism because I'm so fair.