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Mixed Conception


I am a Tropical Fruit, Born from the strangest of ways Colorful yet nappy Born from the strangest of ways I have Tropical privelege, Born in the USA, Majority rules in my nation, Born from the strangest of ways Which path will I choose? Born from the strangest of ways Privelege or strange fruit? Born from the strangest of ways
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Darien16
I'm not mixed, I am black but i felt this about mixed people must felt. Also how I feel about my identity, am I hood or am I sheltered?

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