I am a product of only God knows what. I use my imagination, inquiring minds should too. Truth is, I am adopted. I have never met nor seen a picture of the woman who gave birth to me. Supposedly she was young and white and got knocked up by a black guy (aka daddy) So im mixed with black and white ? yea...duh, i guess.
However; im questioned almost everyday "where im from" or am I Indian? I really dont know. But the thing is i was raised in a ALL BLACK family. Southern black family ...so people are often puzzled by a Indian lady speaking country grammar ao fluently. Enviorment over genetics in my case.
I would be lying if I said I wasnt proud of who i am, biracial. I like that i look different but to my knowledge im black. My father was so im automatically black right? But why is it so hard for black people to grasp this. If i was the mixed chick who always denied the black bloods dominance , i would be judged as disowning my blackness. Honestly I have to admit I hate when someone is mixed with black and acts like they are not black. On the other hand I hate it more when I announce my "blackness proudly" and Im given the blank stare. As if im trying to be something im not. I dont get this from other races just my own. Why tho ? catch 22