MIXED

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Mom is white.

Dad is black.

So what does that make me?

Mixed?

Right.

What's wrong with who I am?

I haven't chosen to be this way.

I never asked to be this light.

MIXED.

That's what they say I am.

Mixed up, as if I can't just be me.

I gotta be mixed.

Isn't everyone mixed in some way?

What's your background? Who's in your family?

MIXED.

Sure ain't a choice on some job applications.

Sometimes they just put an option that reads

OTHER.

Or I could choose to be black or white?

No, it's not that easy.

I'm not black.

I'm not white.

My mom is white.

My dad is black.

I'm other.

I'm mixed.

I'm proud.

 

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